``Yes,'' snapped Carter.

``What for? I beat the ball, an' Mannin'
played dirty with me--gave me the hip.''

``I called you out.''

``But I wasn't out!''

``Shut up now! Get off the diamond!'' ordered
Carter, peremptorily.

``What? Me? Say, I'm captain of this team.
Can't I question a decision?''

``Not mine. Spears, you're delaying the
game.''

``I tell you it was a rotten decision,'' yelled
Spears. The bleachers agreed with him.

Carter grew red in the face. He and Spears
had before then met in field squabbles, and he
showed it.

``Fifty dollars!''

``More! You cheap-skate you piker! More!''