“They’ll pitch Morgan again next Saturday,” said Ben. “If we can only find him we can win, fellows. They won’t dare put in Sibley. He hasn’t a thing.”
“The best that ‘Toots’ has is that slow ball of his,” observed Stanley Pierce. “I get fooled on that every time. It looks so good until you swing for it!”
“That’s so, it’s a puzzler and no mistake,” said Steve Lovell. “But we may get onto it better the next time. The trouble is that even if you do hit it it’s dollars to doughnuts you pop up an easy fly!”
“And you can’t bunt it no matter how hard you try,” said Waters. “I’d have scored Sam this afternoon in the fourth if I could have laid down a bunt along first base line.”
“Well, we’ll do ’em up brown the next time,” promised Pierce. “There’s one thing about those fellows, and that is if we can once get them started they’ll go up in the air like a kite.”
“So would we, maybe,” said Cupples.
“No use trusting to that sort of thing,” Ben observed. “Hit the ball. That’s the way to win. Knock ‘Toots’ out of the box in the first inning or so, the way we did Sibley, and we’ve got ’em nailed.”
“I don’t wish Morgan any harm,” sighed Sam Perkins, “but if he caught the mumps or the measles or something between now and Saturday it would be an awful help to us!”
“We might send him a bottle of microbes,” laughed Lovell. “Who’s going to start the pitching for us, Ben?”
“I don’t know yet,” answered Ben Holden. “What do you think, George?”