"Get out of there before you go through the fence," said Lanny, pushing him aside. "Do you suppose we'd ought to roll the track, too, fellows?"
A chorus of "No's" answered him. "Wouldn't do the least bit of good," added Way. "The track's in rotten shape anyhow. I don't see why we have to have the old thing. It's only in the way. If you have to go back for a long fly it's a safe bet you fall over the rim. What we ought to do is sod it over and"
"Tell that to Guy Felker," advised Gordon. "Have you done any work with the team yet, Lanny?"
"I've had a couple of trials just to see what I could do. Guy is after me to give him three afternoons a week. I suppose I'll have to pretty soon."
"Oh, bother the Track Team," said Way. "It won't amount to anything and you'll lose baseball practice. Cut it out this year, Lanny."
"Not much! If it came to a show-down I'd rather run the hundred and two-twenty than play ball. And don't you be mistaken about the team being no good. We're going to have a mighty good team this year and we're going to simply run away from Springdale. You wait and see."
"What of it if we do?" grumbled Way. "Who cares?"
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