"Well, weren't you?"
"Yes, but Emmy won't believe it. He'll think we were both out fishing and that I went to Mercer's; and instead of being minus a first baseman on Saturday the team will be short a first baseman and a second baseman too; also a captain."
"But it isn't fair," cried Chub. "I was the only one that fished, and now you're getting the blame for it. It was all my fault, anyhow; I made you go along when you didn't want to."
"Nonsense; I didn't have to go."
"But you went to please me."
"Oh, well, what if I did?"
"It isn't fair," muttered Chub. "If I play in that game and you don't I'll feel like a brute."
"You don't need to, Chub. Besides, there's the school to think of. You know plaguey well we'll get done up brown if you don't play—"
"We will anyway, I guess," interpolated Chub sadly.
"—And that isn't fair to the nine and the school. You've got to do everything you can to win that game, Chub. You don't suppose that I mind being out of it if we're going to win, do you?"