- der Sam says Lefty ain't so much, only he's a
southpaw, an' Bancrof' 's gotter lot of left-hand knockers; an' that's how he bothers 'em."
"Looker here, Jimmy," said Tommy ominously, thrusting the harmonica into his pocket, "your brudder Sam was talkin' through his hat. Anyhow, he dunno beans 'bout baseball."
"He knows as much as your brudder Bill."
"You're another!"
The two boys flew at each other, Tommy getting in the first crack and following it up hotly; but Locke's strong hands quickly separated them and held them apart.
"He said you warn't no good as a pitcher," panted Tommy. "Lemme go, an' I'll make him eat his words."
"Aw, let 'im come," sneered Jimmy, "an' I'll knock ther block off him."
It was Janet who succeeded in shaming them into a temporary truce; but, although they promised to fight no more on Sunday, both muttered dire threats of what they would do to each other the first time they met on a week day.
"Aren't you ashamed to fight?" asked the girl, reprovingly.
"Nix," replied Tommy. "A feller ain't no good that can't fight. Me brudder Bill says that
