“All except Bert and Warner Jones and Joe Browne.”
“Where’s Warner?”
“I don’t know. Gone away with his folks somewhere for the summer. Wish my folks would do that.”
“Well, get out your pencil, Gordie, and let’s make up the team. Haley, pitch, and Lanny, catcher——”
“I’ll play first and Harry Bryan second——”
“How about Will Scott?”
“Third. Then for shortstop——”
“Jack Tappen?”
“N-no, he’d better play in the outfield. I’ll put him down for right. I guess Pete Robey’s the chap for short. That leaves us Way for left field and I guess Fudge will do for center. He can’t hit much, but he can pull down a fly.”
“There you are, then. What will you call the nine? You can’t be the High School team, I suppose.”