He says you can't pitch."
"Can't I? He says that, does he?"
"He says that if Frank Merriwell takes up with you, he will never speak
to him again. Anyhow, what good will it do you to pitch for Merriwell?
You'll be no nearer getting a show on the regular nine."
Badger shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and showed his broad
white teeth unpleasantly. Pike was again walking up and down the room.
"I'd almost be willing to become a member of Merriwell's flock just to
spite Bart Hodge. My hands just naturally go up, and I want to fight
whenever I see him. That's whatever!"
"Oh, you two will be as chummy as the Siamese twins in less than a
month."
"Never! I hate him too badly."
"That's the way you were talking of Merriwell a month ago. You will come
round to it!"
"Not on your life! Hodge is a different sort of fellow from Merriwell, I
allow."
"And you are going to accept that invitation?"
"I told you, Pike, that I have already accepted it. I'm not Merriwell's
friend, and I despise Bart Hodge; but I'm not ungrateful. Whatever other
things we learn out West, we learn to pay back favor for favor. I'd be a
dirty coyote if I refused to accept that invitation after what Merriwell
did for me. That's the way I look at it. I know that I can pitch ball.
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