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Updated: June 11, 2025
He returned with a mysterious package which he took up to his room and then sauntered out to Silvey's house. A little later his mother, who had gone upstairs to dress herself for dinner, came down to the dining-room where John, senior, still sat reading. "John," she said. "Yes, dear?" with a hasty glance away from the news sheet.
Silvey stood behind the home plate, Sid DuPree was in the pitcher's box, Red played first base, and Skinny Mosher stood near the fence to cover the outfield, second, and third as best he could. Sid ground the ball into the heel of his heavily padded mitt, as he had seen professional pitchers do, bent forward, and threw the ball over Silvey's head against the back wall of the house.
A moment spent in lacing his shoes, a consoling pat for puss, and he was off on the dogtrot for Silvey's house, with tackle swinging easily to and fro in one hand and a noiseless whistle of exultation coming from half-parted lips which became more and more audible as his rapidly echoing footsteps increased the distance from home.
Louise went down town with her mother, so the team was deprived of the support of its feminine rooter on the eventful afternoon. They met in front of Silvey's. John boasted the one addition made to the equipment of that first practice when he appeared with a second-hand pair of shin-guards which he had acquired from a boy at school in exchange for a dime and an agate shooter.
"Got to cut the front lawn," he said exuberantly, "but that won't take long. She says I can leave the rest of it." Silvey's face clouded. "They're waiting for us in the big lot." "Won't take long if you help me," John hinted gently. "You run the mower and I'll follow with the rake." He darted back into the house and down into the dark, badly ventilated basement.
"Never's the day I've been out here that he hasn't a lot. And look at that," as a shining, squirming object rose unwillingly from the water. "I'll bet I couldn't catch one if I was there. It's because he's hunchbacked, I'm telling you." As John jointed his bamboo pole, he cast a furtive glance at the poor, misshapen being, and caught a touch of Silvey's superstitious fear.
"You can't see out of 'em when you're running away, and they get all sticky, anyway. They're for kids, not for fellows like us." "Bill!" scolded the maternal voice again. "Come in the house this minute, before I tell your pa on you when he gets home." There was that final note of exhausted patience in Mrs. Silvey's voice which commanded instant obedience. He rose with alacrity.
"Secretary call the roll." John snapped his fingers in disgust. He had been so busy looking after Silvey's duties that he'd forgotten his own. There was an interchange of glances between the two before the president spoke up scornfully, "We'll have to let that go. Who'll be in the gang this year?" Each member present raised a hand. The two leaders in the affair beamed.
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