“I guess so. Loring says he is. Say, Mason’s going to pitch for us. Did you know that?”
“Mason? Oh, he is the fellow who was to have played in the last game and didn’t get here. Is he a wonder, Harold?”
“Is he!” Harold chuckled. “You just wait and see. You fellows won’t be able to touch him!”
“As good as that, eh? By the way, who scores for your team?”
“I don’t know.” Harold shrugged his shoulders. “Nobody, I guess. Why?”
“I should think you’d like to do it.”
Harold considered. “I guess,” he answered finally, “I don’t know how well enough.”
“I can show you. You bring a book Saturday and sit by me, and I’ll make a professional scorer of you in no time.”
“Too much trouble,” replied the other indifferently.
“It isn’t trouble at all, Harold; it’s fun. Better try it some time. It’s a good thing to know.”