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“Oh, Bart, how can you say so?” exclaimed Ready. “We didn’t make more than fifteen or twenty errors and bad plays.”

“Wasn’t my throw to third a bird?” grunted Browning, who was stretched on a comfortable couch.

“It was a match to my throw to first,” said Jack. “They made a beautiful pair of birds.”

“And to think we have met defeat at last!” moaned Greg Carker. “But it is ever thus. Now we can see how others feel when we beat them. This strife for the mastery in this world is a monstrous evil. We see it every day, and it makes brutes and monsters of mankind. The time will come when such strife will cease and perfect harmony will exist; but never can this harmony be known until there has been a great social upheaval—never until——”

“Here comes the earthquake!” cried several of the party.

Greg looked pained.

“Some day the earthquake will come,” he said, “and you, like thousands of others, will be entirely unprepared for it.”

“It was a gug-gug-gol-ding shame to lose that game!” stuttered Gamp. “We had it all nun-nun-nailed down once.”