human
We'll have to make a shift somewhere,
gpt
I'll just let Akers go in the box in place of Frank Brown,
human
No, that's not enough, insisted the manager.
gpt
You don't know how to play your own men.
human
I know as much as you do about it!
gpt
No, you don't! reaffirmed Hiram.
human
I tell you what you ought to do. You ought to get rid of Peaches, Teeter and George Bland.
gpt
Why, they're three of the best players on the nine.
human
No, they're not, and besides they're too friendly with Joe Matson and Sister Davis. They don't half play. They make errors on purpose, just to make the school team have a bad reputation.
gpt
Why should they do that?
human
Don't you understand, you chump? They want to force you and me out. That's their game. They're sore about that meeting, and Matson and Davis are sore about lots of things. Peaches and the other two think if they get us out there'll be a chance for Joe to pitch.
gpt
So that's their game, is it? exclaimed Luke.
human
Well, I'll put a stop to it. I'll make subs of Peaches, Bland and Teeter, and put in some other players. They can't come it over me that way.
gpt
Play ball!
human
Oh, we'll play all right, snapped Luke, and he knew that he and his nine had to, for the score was now tie.
gpt
Peaches, Teeter, Bland, you can sit on the bench a while! went on Luke.
human
Wilson, Natch and Gonzales, you'll take their places.
gpt
What's that for?
human
Have we played so rotten?
gpt
I made the changes because I wanted to, snapped Luke.
human
Go sit down with the other subs, and we'll see if we can't play a decent game.