"But we need you, Roy! Who's going to play first?"
"Patten, of course; he can do it."
"He can't bat like you can."
"He'll do all right," answered Roy cheerfully. "Now you keep your mouth shut, old man, will you?"
"I suppose so," Chub muttered. "But I hadn't ought to."
"Yes, you had, too. I'm not the main thing, Chub; there's the school."
"You're a brick," said Chub. "All right; I'll keep mum as long as you want me to. But if you change your mind all you've got to do is to say so and I'll do all I can with Emmy. Promise to tell me if you change your mind?"
"Honor bright; but I sha'n't change it; I don't mind, Chub, as long as we win."
"Win! Thunder, we aren't going to win! We're going to get everlastingly walloped!"
"No, we're not," answered Roy hopefully. "We're going to win; you see."