CHAPTER VII
HIMSELF AGAIN
Among the spectators, doubtless, the performance
of Tom Locke gave no one
keener disappointment and chagrin than
that experienced by Janet Harting. She almost
writhed, her fair forehead knotted and her rosy
mouth puckering and pouting. Once she stood up,
but the horses, possibly getting a glimpse of her
parasol, started, and young King, quieting them,
suggested that it would be best for her to remain
on the seat.
"Oh, isn't it just mean!" the girl cried, as Locke continued to search in vain for the pan. "Everybody expected him to do so much. Mr. Cope was so sure about him, you know."
"Yes, I know," said Bent. "For the last few days the whole town has been talking about the wonderful new pitcher and what he would do."
"It's a shame! Why, he can't pitch at all!"
"It doesn't seem so, but perhaps he may steady down. I once saw a pitcher pass three men
