“And they got a third of it. Well, I don’t care where the money comes from. I’m glad they’re going to mend the track. I’d hate to have Springdale see it the way it is.”
“I think it’s silly to fix it. They ought to leave it the way it is and pray for rain. Then maybe some of the Springdale chaps would fall in the puddles and drown.”
“You’ve got a mean disposition,” laughed Lanny.
“I’ve got a very fine disposition,” returned Gordon with dignity, “but it’s being ruined by Dick Lovering and batting practice. Bet you anything I don’t get a single hit Saturday.”
“That’s right, don’t; make ’em all doubles! By the way, they’ll probably work that left-hander of theirs against us in the first game. I wish we had more left-hand batters.”
“That will give Breen a show, maybe. He and Cotner and Scott are our only port-siders, I think.”
“Nostrand bats left-handed. If Springdale pitches Newton, Dick may use Nostrand instead of Tom Haley. I hope he doesn’t, though. Nostrand’s a pretty fair pitcher, but he can’t hold them on the bases the way Tom can.”
“No, and he scares me to death every time he pegs across. I always expect the ball to go over my head. He needs a lot of practice throwing to first.”
“He’s a corking good fielder, though, Gordie. Don’t forget that. Well, here’s where I leave you. What are you doing this evening?”
“Nothing special. I’ve got some chemistry work to make up, though. Why? Anything doing?”