“Oh, I don’t bet!”
“Get out! That’s fair, isn’t it, Brownie?”
A little round-faced chap across the aisle nodded laughingly. His name was Browne and he played short-stop. He wrote his name with an e, and so his friends gave him the full benefit of it.
“Yes, that’s fair,” said Browne. “We’re bound to lose.”
“Oh, what are you afraid of?” said Stilson.
“No; that’s straight! We haven’t much show; we can’t hit Dithman.”
“You can’t, maybe,” jeered Stilson.
“I’ll bet you can’t either, my chipper young friend!”
“I’ll bet I get a hit off him!”
“Oh, one!”