human
Hey, right-fielder, demanded Johnny, as Frank, the batting side having now been retired, trotted toward the plate,
gpt
Armstrong,
human
Come here, Armstrong,
gpt
You look to me like a jumper. What are you doing over here when you can jump 18 feet with baseball clothes on?
human
Trying to play ball the best I know how.
gpt
Any chance to make it?
human
Not very good looking now, returned Frank.
gpt
I'm sort of a seventeenth sub-pitcher and outfielder.
human
So! I want you over at the track for a day or two. You ought to jump a mile. Say, Thomas, this to the coach,
gpt
That's right, come and take my men away from me, grumbled Thomas.
human
But I can spare him just now as he is a pitcher and I've got three pretty good ones. Send him back here if he doesn't make good.
gpt
All the work I'll ask him to do in training for the jump, if he has the goods, won't prevent him from working with you if he wants to, but I want him first.
human
All right, said Thomas.
gpt
Armstrong, report to Black to-morrow afternoon, and when you have shown him how far you can't jump, come back here for what practice you can get.
human
All right, sir,
gpt
Two o'clock to-morrow at the track house. Bring a track suit with you and jumping shoes if you have them.
human
All right, I'll be there,