Capitolo 26
"Oh, You one of that kind are, is it?" Asked Wilkins, curiously.
"I hope to learn here anything."
"You will get on that soon", answered Wilkins, in the tone of one
who could boast of a great experience.
"I don't hope. I will want to leave school if I find me I cannot learn
here."
"Is it that it brought who Her here--Your father?"
"No, indeed!" Answered Hector, quickly for him it didn't have any desire to be
considered the child of Allan Roscoe.
"Uncle, then?"
"He is my keeper", answered Hector, shortly.
They was from this time in the ground of game. Of the dozen of boys they were
baseball that plays. They was of centuries different and ransoms, while varying
from ten to nineteen. The more old man and the greatest strong such hole
personal similarity to Socrates Smith to which Hector asked if him pits
his/her child.
"No", answered Wilkins; "he is old Throws nephew."
"Who old Throws is?"
"Smith, clearly. Its name is Socrates, you know. Don't do him/it
Picks her up calling him/it that, nevertheless."
"What kind of an individual is it this nephew?" Asked Hector.
"He is a wrangler. Him the heads the boys. It is best to hold on the right
Jim's side."
"Oh, is it?" Asked Hector, slightly smiling.
"Well, I should say this way."
"Does he/she suppose that you don't do?"
"He will give him a failure."
"Does his/her uncle allow that?"
"Yes; I rather think of him it likes."
"Don't the boys withstand to?"
"It won't do some good. You see, greater Jim of some of us."
Hector gave a good look to this formidable Jim Smith.
He was rather freely done, painfully simple, and approximately five feet
nine thumbs in height. Nothing more need is said, as, in aspect,
he resembled to from near his/her uncle.
Jim Smith gave soon an opportunity to verify the to Hector
description dates of him from Wilkins.
The boy to the bat had struck a ball to the extreme border of the
field. The outside to that point didn't go so fast as Jim that was
pitcher, thought satisfactory, and he called out in a raw, brutal
tone:
"If you don't go more rapid, Archer, I will kick you all it rounds off the