they'll take another one and pay for that. Say, aren't you going out for baseball, Fudge?"
"Oh, I'm going out, I guess, but it won't do any good. I don't intend to sit around on the bench half the spring and then get fired. The only place I'd stand any chance of is the outfield, and I suppose I don't hit well enough to make it. You going to try?"
Perry shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I can't play much. Warner Jones told me the other day that if I'd come out he'd give me a good chance. I suppose he thinks I can play baseball because I was on the Eleven."
"Well, gee, if you could get to first you'd steal all the other bases, I'll bet," said Fudge admiringly. "You sure can run, Perry!"
"Y-yes, and that makes me think that maybe I could do something on the Track Team. What do you think, Fudge?"
"Bully scheme! Go out for the sprints! Ever try the hundred?"
"No, I've never run on the track at all. How fast ought I to run the hundred yards, Fudge, to have a show?"
"Oh, anything under eleven seconds would do, I suppose. Maybe ten and four-fifths. Know what you can do it in?"
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