“I sure was after MacNeff's scalp,” replied Ken. “And I put the ball over for Prince to hit. What else could I do? Why, that little chunky cuss has an eye, and he can sting the ball—he's almost as good as Reddy. But, Worry, you mustn't give me the credit. Reddy won the game, you know.”
“You talk like a kid,” replied Reddy, for once not cool and easy. “I cut loose and ran some; but, Peg, you and Raymond won the game.”
“Wull, you make me sick,” retorted Raymond, threatening to get up. “There wasn't anything to this day but Peg Ward.”
Ken replied with more heat than dignity, and quick as a flash he and Reddy and Raymond were involved in a wordy war, trying to place the credit for winning the game. They dragged some of the other boys into the fierce argument.
Worry laughed and laughed; then, as this loyal bunch of players threatened to come to blows, he got angry.
“Shut up!” he roared. “I never seen such a lot of hot-headed kids. Shut up, and let me tell you who won this Place game. It'll go down on record as a famous game, so you'll do well to have it straight. Listen! The Wayne varsity won this game. Homans, your captain, won it, because he directed the team and followed orders. He hit and run some, too. Reddy Ray won this game by bein' a blue streak of chain lightnin' on the bases. Raymond won it by makin' a hit when we all expected him to fall dead. He won it twice, the second time with the greatest fieldin' play ever pulled off on Grant Field. Dean won the game by goin' up and hangin' onto Peg's jump ball. McCord won it by diggin' low throws out of the dirt. Weir was around when it happened, wasn't he—and Blake and Trace? Then there was Peg himself. He won the game a little. Say! he had Place trimmed when he stepped on the slab in the first innin'. So you all won the big Wayne-Place game.”
Then Worry advanced impressively to the table, put his hand in his breast pocket and brought forth a paper.
“You've won this for me, boys,” he said, spreading the paper out.
“What is it?” they asked, wonderingly.
“Nothin' of much importance to you boys as compared with winnin' the game, but some to Worry Arthurs.” He paused with a little choke. “It's a five-year contract to coach Wayne's baseball teams.”