“Shortstop, you mean.”
“Well, knew it was some kind of a stop. Might as well call it one thing as the other, I guess.”
“Why don’t you come out and see a game some day?”
“Going to some afternoon, when I’ve nothing to do.”
“Huh! I guess you’ll never come, then. You’re always grinding.”
“Oh, I’ll take a vacation some Saturday and go and watch you play.”
“Don’t know whether you will or not,” said Jack dolefully. “King played in left-field all the game to-day. Pretty nearly every sub except me went in. I wish they’d give me a place to try for and let me see if I can’t make it. I hope, though, they don’t put me out in the field. Perkins told me yesterday that there’s no use in my trying for pitcher this year, and I guess he’s right. Gilberth played a great game to-day; struck seven men out and gave only two bases.”
“How are you and he getting on nowadays?” Anthony asked.
“All right. He never has anything to say to me, and I let him alone.”