“Yes,” said Dick. And, after a moment, he added: “I’ll find those books and take them around to-morrow morning.”
“I would,” approved the other. “You’re certain to find her in then.”
“Don’t be a chump, Gordie! She’s only a kid!”
“She’s as old as I am, except for a few months. And if you call me a kid I’ll lick you.”
“If you do, I’ll suspend you,” replied Dick sternly.
Gordon laughed. “I hope I’d get as much fun out of it as Jack is getting,” he said. “He confided to me to-day that you were a fine manager. ‘I tell you, Gordon,’ he said, ‘a manager’s got to have plenty of discipline!’ If you could only fire Jack for good and all, he’d love you like a brother, Dick!”
“I sort of wish we were going to have him in the game Saturday,” said Dick. “We’ll miss his batting, I guess.”
“I wonder if this fellow Mason is as good as they seem to think him. Anyone know where he comes from?”
“I didn’t ask. He’s probably better than Porter, though. I have a feeling that we’re due to get the short end of the score day after to-morrow.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I hope to goodness Harry can play. If he is out of it, we will be in a mess!”