“Call that an error?” asked Tyler Wicks.
“Sure. It advanced the runner, didn’t it? How about it, Chesty?”
“Four errors,” answered Manager Harris, speaking from the authority of official scorer. “We won just the same, so what’s the difference?”
“Of course, mine was an error,” said Sam. “And a bum one, too. But there was one error made that hardly ought to be called an error.”
“Which was that?” asked Mr. Shay curiously.
“Jack Borden’s, sir; when he dropped that fly.”
“Well, I’d call that an error,” said the coach, “especially since it let in a run.”
“I know, but what I mean is that Jack had a good reason for not catching it. Show Mr. Shay your hand, Jack.”
But Jack shook his head, smiling shamefacedly.
“Go on,” said the others. “What’s the matter, Borden? Hurt it?”