"But you don't know what you're laughing at.

Maybe I won't show you something in the way of real pitching!" "The first Tuesday after the holidays' vacation the squad will report here for gymnastic work from three-thirty to five," called the coach.

"Now, I'll talk informally with any who wish to ask questions." Fred Ripley's face was aglow with satisfaction.

His eyes fairly glistened with his secret, inward triumph.
"So you think you can pitch, Prescott ?" he muttered to himself.
"Humph! With the great Everett training me for weeks, I'll make you look like a pewter monkey, Dick Prescott.".