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"We've been practicing team work for a week, and we ought to do a good turn at it." "Oh, I'm not worrying," smiled Merry. "We can't win every game we play. There's something in being good losers." Hodge frowned. "Never heard you talk like that before, Frank," he said. "Seems to me you think we're going to lose." "Dot game vill nefer lose us der vorld in!" cried Dunnerwurst. "How coot it dood it?
"You vill be a peach!" sneered Hans, as he passed Gallup. "I vos ashamed for you alretty soon." "I can't do any worse than you done if I tried a month!" retorted Ephraim. After warming up a bit, Gallup pitched to Hollis. Fred dropped a Texas Leaguer over the infield, and Sparkfair scored. Dunnerwurst whooped derisively.
You'll play your old position at first, Browning. Diamond will cover second, and we'll have Mulloy on third. I'll play short." "The middle lawn for me," announced Ephraim Gallup. "That's all right," nodded Frank. "Badger will take left field and Carson right field." When the players had taken these positions Dunnerwurst held up his hand and asked permission to pitch a few over the plate.
"Der musig haf no heart for you," he complained. "Maype you vould like a popular song to sing to me. I vill gif you 'Efrybody Vorks Poor Vather. Yes? No?" "Don't yez do it, Hans," entreated Barney. "We have suffered enough already." "Und id vos such a peautiful song!" moaned Dunnerwurst. "I understandt der author uf dot song got only fife hundret dollars for writin' id."
Hiram Bemis stood forth to the plate and waited until Dunnerwurst had pitched four balls. The bases were filled, and Hans began to growl at Kilgore. "Vere did der umpiring efer learn you?" he demanded. "Gol ding it!" shouted Ephraim Gallup from the field. "Yeou didn't git one of them balls within four feet of the pan! Yeou can't pitch! Yeou never could!
Sparkfair seemed to be in good trim, for he whipped over a couple of benders which fooled Barney, who missed them both. "Vait till der pat gets holdt uf me," muttered Dunnerwurst. "Der ball nefer coot hit dot Irishman." Barney struck out. "Don'd some more fun make uf me," advised Hans. There was a hush as Frank Merriwell picked up a bat and stepped into the box.
"I've gut him," thought Ephraim. "He's in a trance." Gallup attempted to put another one straight over, but to his consternation Lander woke up, hit the ball a crack and drove it skimming along the ground out of the diamond. "You vos a dandy you vas a dandy!" squawked Dunnerwurst. Perspiration started out on Ephraim's face, and he looked decidedly annoyed.
"I pelief me," nodded Dunnerwurst soberly. "Your advice vill took me." A few moments later he announced that he was ready, and Bob Bubbs stepped out as the first batter. Hans hit Bob with the first ball pitched, and Kilgore, who was umpiring, sent Towser to first. "Vy did you not dotge?" demanded Dunnerwurst, in exasperation. "Any vun vould pelief der ball did not see you coming.
"Vot vos dot?" gasped Hans Dunnerwurst. "You don'd pelief me! Dit ten thousand dollars pet you, Ephie? Mine cootness cracious sakes alife! You vos a spordt!" "I'm a tarnal fool!" mumbled Gallup. "I know it." "Then you did make a bet, Ephraim?" said Frank, unable to repress his feeling of dismay. "Yes, I done it! I hope the whole blamed bunch will kick me!
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