. Captain of the nine . up into the air, and Dixon was under it whenit came down. Kennedy, breathing heavily, walked in towardthe bench for his sweater. The fellows were onthe run for the gym, for the game had been longdrawn out and they were hungry. Mellen hungback, and within a minute he, Bartley and Ken- 105 THE CAPTAIN OF THE NINE nedy had the diamond end of the field to them-selves. You pitched a dandy game, Kennedy, saidthe second baseman loudly. Let me congratu-late you. He held out his hand. Kennedy made no ef-fort to take it. I didnt win, said the big pitcher, ifthats what you mean. N
. Captain of the nine . up into the air, and Dixon was under it whenit came down. Kennedy, breathing heavily, walked in towardthe bench for his sweater. The fellows were onthe run for the gym, for the game had been longdrawn out and they were hungry. Mellen hungback, and within a minute he, Bartley and Ken- 105 THE CAPTAIN OF THE NINE nedy had the diamond end of the field to them-selves. You pitched a dandy game, Kennedy, saidthe second baseman loudly. Let me congratu-late you. He held out his hand. Kennedy made no ef-fort to take it. I didnt win, said the big pitcher, ifthats what you mean. No? No. You threw the game away. I threw— What are you talking about? Mellen was bristling, but Kennedy showed noconcern. You heard me. You threw the game. Asfor shaking hands with you, I have no use foryour sort. The pitcher started off toward the followed at his heels. I told him what I thought of him, Ken-nedy blazed. Youre hurting the nine, said Bartley qui-etly. Youre hurting its chances, and youre 106. I have no use for your sort. JKY^^* 107 THE CAPTAIN OF THE NINE hurting my chances. Wholl play in Mellensplace if he goes? But— I know. But theres the nine to think wouldnt play dirty in the real you see that? He isnt fighting Hes fighting me. Half-way across the field Kennedy swunground and started hack. Was he on his wayto resume the argument? Ned, called Bartley. The big pitcher paid no attention. The cap-tain saw him meet Mellen and stop. Then, inthe coming dusk, their shapes became a blur. The seconds dragged. Kennedy at last re-turned. Bartley fell into step beside came, in silence, to the gym. What—what did you say to him? the cap-tain asked. I apologized, Kennedy growled. Bartley put out a shaking hand. Ned, hesaid tremulously; Ned. CHAPTER VITHE FIRST GAME AFTER that second practice game therewas no doubt left in Jenkinss mindthat as a pitcher Bartley was notthe Bartley of old. True, the scrub had scoredonly one
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