“But I don’t know much about it. You say it’s quite different from cricket, eh?”
“Quite, ’Ighness! You’ve seen baseball played, haven’t you?”
“Oh, yes, once or twice, but——”
“I should think a fair cricket player would easily get the hang of baseball,” said Jimmy. “I guess it’s as hard to catch a cricket ball as a baseball, isn’t it? I suppose you’re a rattling good cricket player, Ordway.”
“Oh, no, really I’m not,” exclaimed Hugh. “I’ve played a bit at it, of course. You chaps bowl—I mean pitch to the batters so like thunder, don’t you? I fancy I’ll be scared to stand up there, eh?”
“You might if Gus Weston was pitching,” laughed Bert. “You going to play this year, Jimmy?”
“Oh, I guess so. What would the dear old second do without me?”
“Aren’t you trying for the first, though? You’re as good a fielder as Parker, I guess.”
“I may. The fact is, Bert, I’m sort of used to the dear old second. It would be like leaving home to go to the first. Still, I may decide to break home ties and meet you fellows there.”
“I fancy you’re not likely to meet me there,” said Hugh. “I’ll be an awful dub if I try it, I know. Do you play, Baker?”