“Joe’s a wise guy,” said Jack. “What he doesn’t know isn’t worth
knowing.”
“Yes, but what gets me――――”
“Oh, that was nothing for Joey! Solomon in all his glory had nothing on
Joseph!”
“For the love of mud, Jack, shut up! Buster’s trying to tell you――――”
“I was going to say,” began Buster patiently again, “that what gets me
is why I didn’t realise myself what the trouble was. That’s what gets
me! You’d think that when a fellow couldn’t see decently he’d take a
tumble and――――”
“Sure, it’s a wonder you haven’t tumbled lots of times,” agreed Jack
solicitously.
“Oh, you make me tired,” grumbled Buster. “You can’t be serious a
minute. If you had my――my――――Say, what is it again, Joe?”
“Myopia, Buster.”
“From the Greek, Buster; myo, close, and opsis, sight. My word, I wish
old Dennison could have heard me!”
“Yes, you’re a swell Greek scholar!” jeered Buster. “Well, I just
thought you’d like to hear about it, Joe. And I hope you get my place
at second――if you want it.”
“Give it to Foley,” said Jack. “Joe doesn’t need it. But, honestly,
Buster, I’m dead sorry you’re out of it this year. We’re going to miss
you, old man. But you’ll be in better shape for next, eh?”
“If Frank’s going to have my place,” replied Buster dismally, “I’m
sorrier than ever!”
CHAPTER XVI
FOLEY IS WORRIED
The next day Joe found himself playing third base. Gordon Smith was
changed from shortstop to second and George Peddie was at short. But
this arrangement lasted only a few innings. Peddie was out of place at
short and Joe was equally miscast as third baseman. Then Steve Hale
was put in at short and Joe and Frank Foley were instructed to change
places. The game with the Scrubs was finished with that arrangement of
the infield, and, while it produced better results than any previous
combination, still it was far from perfect. After all, Hale was a third
baseman first, last, and all the time, and Foley was not fast enough
to fill his shoes. Joe secretly hoped that the arrangement would last,
for he was in possession of his coveted position at first, and, in
order that it might, he played the very best he knew how that afternoon
and won applause more than once. Now that there were no wild pegs from
Buster Healey to be stopped the position was far easier.
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