“He don’t catch as well as Billy Houghton. Look at the way Gil Chase stole on him last inning. Say, you keep score dandy, don’t you? Isn’t it hard?”
“Not very, when you’re used to it. Would you like to learn how?”
“No, I can do it well enough. It’s too much trouble, anyhow. I’d rather play. My brother’s the best player on our team.”
“Better than Caspar Billings?” asked Dick idly.
“Aw, go on! He can’t play! Why, Loring’s been first baseman on his school team for two years. He could be captain if he wanted to.”
“That’s very nice,” said Dick. “Now you’d better scoot along and make room for the fellows. That’s three out. I’ll see you Monday, Harold.”
“All right. Don’t come if it’s too much trouble,” replied the boy with a grin. “I shan’t mind.”
“That your pupil?” asked Lanny, sinking on to the bench beside Dick. “Looks like a fresh kid.”
“He is, rather,” replied Dick dryly. “Will, you’d better play further in. That fellow House has laid three bunts down the base line and made them good twice. You’re up, Jack. Pete on deck. Let’s have a couple of runs this inning, fellows.”