“There were several weird things about that game,” said Gordon. “My hitting was one of them. We’ll have to do better next Saturday if we’re going to beat Norrisville.”
“Who said we were going to?” asked Dick mildly.
Gordon laughed. “Well, then, give them a fight,” he corrected.
“Oh, we’ll do that, I guess,” Dick replied. “Another week of practice will make a difference. We’ll get rid of some of the crowd about Wednesday and then we’ll have room to turn around out there. Warner thinks we ought to keep two full nines for the First, but I don’t see the use of it if we have the Second to play with. What do you think?”
“No use at all,” said Way. “Just a lot of soreheads sitting around on the bench and kicking because they can’t play every minute. Besides, there aren’t enough good ball players in the lot to make three teams.”
“No, I don’t think there are. That’s what I told Warner. He wanted to pick out eighteen or twenty and then make up the Second from what was left.”
“A peach of a Second it would be,” jeered Gordon.
“I guess we’ll stick to last year’s idea,” continued the coach, “and keep about sixteen fellows, including pitchers. I wish, by the way, we had another good twirler. We’ll have to find one somewhere.”
“Joe Browne can pitch a little, Dick,” Way suggested. “You might see what you can do with him. He hasn’t got much, I guess, but a pretty fair straight ball and a sort of out-curve, but he might learn.”
“All right, we’ll see what we can do with him. A player who can work in the field and the box too is a pretty handy chap to have around. If he can do well enough to start some of the early games we won’t have to keep more than fifteen players. Here you are, Way. Everything all right for to-night?”