"What did he say?" Perry asked as the car sped around the corner.
"I don't know," muttered Fudge. "He's a fresh kid, anyway."
Fudge, however, was not quite truthful, for Way's remark had reached him very clearly.
"I thought," said Perry innocently, "he said something about the springs."
Fudge viewed him suspiciously, but, discovering his countenance apparently free of guile, only grunted.
In the runabout the three boys were discussing the afternoon's performance. "It didn't go badly for a first game," hazarded Way. "But wasn't that a weird peg of Lanny's?"
"There were several weird things about that game," said Gordon. "My hitting was one of them. We'll have to do better next Saturday if we're going to beat Norrisville."
"Who said we were going to?" asked Dick mildly.
Gordon laughed. "Well, then, give them a fight," he corrected.
"Oh, we'll do that, I guess," Dick replied. "Another week of practice will make a difference. We'll get rid of some of the crowd about Wednesday and
then we'll have room to turn around out there.
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