"I've doped it out," said Andy. "Why don't you shift—you and Tim do the
Morse instead of Tim and Alex?"
Don shook his head—slowly.
"Why not?" Andy demanded. "If you worked with him and let him do things his own way wouldn't he get over his grouch?"
"I don't know. Would he?"
"Sure he would. Suppose some day when we were all hanging around you asked him to show you how to do something."
"Gee!" cried Don. "That would get him, wouldn't it?"
Andy grinned. "I guess we'll tame that roughneck, what?"
Don always rested his arm after a game. He had not planned to go to the baseball field until Tuesday. But his business with Tim was too important to wait. Monday afternoon he put away his tools and his bird-houses, and went off to the village green.
"Hello!" called Ted Carter. "What are you doing around here on a Monday?"
"I want to see Tim," Don answered. He took the catcher off to one side. "We're making some changes," he said. "Alex will work with Ritter on semaphore signaling."