He judged his foemen by the fact that they had to contend with _him_.
"Five to two is the safest margin we've had yet," he confided to those who listened to him at the High School.

"More than that, we had Brayton tied down so that, at no time in the game, did they have any show to break the score against us.

Now, if Luce and Purcell fix it up for me to pitch the real games of the season" "Oh, cut it out, Rip," advised one listener, good-naturedly.
"Brayton is only a fishball team, anyway.

Not a real, sturdy beef-eater in the lot." The season moved on briskly now.

Dick pitched two games, and Darrin one in between Prescott's pair.