“Say, Stanley, if they didn’t have Morgan to pitch for them next Saturday we wouldn’t have any trouble winning, would we?”
“Of course not. We’d drive Sibley into the cellar in about two innings!”
Later, when the light had been out a good five minutes, Kid piped up again.
“Say, Stanley?”
“Go to sleep!”
“But——”
“Well, what is it?”
“You can’t really get microbes in bottles, can you, like Steve said?”
Stanley pulled himself into a sitting posture in the dark and glared sternly in the direction of his roommate.