“Nothing much. He’s only a lower middler, though, and lower middlers ought to keep to their own set. Besides, look at the cheek of the kid! Going to try for pitcher on the first! What do you know about that?”
“But if he’s really any good at it,” began the other.
“How could he be? He can’t be more than fifteen, I guess.”
“You were young once yourself, old chap.”
“Yes, but I didn’t try to pitch on the first team,” grumbled Bert. “He’s too fresh.”
“I’ll tell you just what’s the matter with him,” said Hugh, appearing in the study in a suit of pink-striped pajamas. “He’s shy, Bert.”
“Shy! And going out for the first nine!”
“I know it doesn’t look so,” laughed Hugh, “but that’s just what his trouble is, and I rather fancy that Logan, out of pure kindness, is trying to bring him out, if you know what——”
“Pure kindness!” scoffed Bert. “Jimmy’s kind enough, I guess, but if that’s his game you can bet all you’ve got that he’s doing it for a lark. I know Jimmy!”