"Of course. By the way, what do you fellows do with the bell tongue, anyhow?"
Sid told about the watch charms.
"You'll get one," he added. "That was a good throw you made."
"Well, maybe. It was hard to see in the dark. I guess What's-his-name could have made it, only he tired himself all out."
"Oh, you mean Langridge."
"Is that his name?"
"Yes. I don't like him very well, but he's got lots of dough, and the fellows hang around him. He's manager of the baseball team."
"He is?"
"Yes. Got the election because he's willing to spend some of his money to support the team."
"Well, that's white of him."
"Oh, yes, Fred's all right, only for what ails him. He's got some queer ways, and he thinks some of us ought to bow down to him more than we do. But I won't, and I guess Kerr is getting sick of him. Some fellows think he got to be manager, and keeps the place, because he used some money. There's been talk about it."
"Who's Kerr?"
"The fellow with the black hair. He's catcher on the nine."
"I see."
