Jack Winters' Baseball Team; or, the Rivals of the Diamond

"No use talking, Toby, there's something on Jack's mind of late, and it's beginning to bother him a lot, I think!""Well, Steve, you certainly give me the creeps, that's what you do, with your mysterious hints of all sorts of trouble hanging over our heads, just as they say the famous sword of that old worthy, Damocles, used to hang by a single hair, ready to fall. Look here, do you realize, Steve, what it would mean if Jack went and got himself rattled just now?""Huh! guess I do that,...
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"No use talking, Toby, there's something on Jack's mind of late, and it's beginning to bother him a lot, I think!""Well, Steve, you certainly give me the creeps, that's what you do, with your mysterious hints of all sorts of trouble hanging over our heads, just as they say the famous sword of that old worthy, Damocles, used to hang by a single hair, ready to fall. Look here, do you realize, Steve, what it would mean if Jack went and got himself rattled just now?""Huh! guess I do that, Toby, when, for one thing, we're scheduled to go up against that terrible Harmony nine day after tomorrow.""And if Jack is getting cold feet already, on account of something or other, I can see our finish now, Steve.""Still, we beat them in that first great game, don't let's forget that, Toby, and take what consolation we can from the fact.""Oh! rats! we know how that came about.