"Alex says Tim works all right with him," Don answered.
"That's all right, but—" Even Bobbie knew what he meant, that the right kind of stick-together was better than all kinds of practice. "Something must have bit him," Andy went on. "If he liked practicing here at first—He did like it, didn't he?"
"You bet," said Bobbie. "Even if he did push me and tell me to run along."
Andy sat up straight. "When was that?"
"The first day he practiced here. I asked him wasn't it fine to have Don showing him—"
"Oh!" Andy said softly.
"He liked it all right," said Bobbie.
Neither of the other boys made any comment. By and by Bobbie went off.
Don looked at his assistant patrol leader.
"Think that could be it?" he asked.
"Maybe." Andy puckered his eyes. "How is he on the ball field; all right?"