Andy laughed, and pitched a book at his chum, which volume Dunk
successfully dodged.
"Well, I wouldn't want that to happen," said the catcher. "And that
reminds me. There's a rip in my glove, and I've got to sew it."
"Can you sew?"
"Oh, a bit," answered Andy. "I'm strictly an amateur though, mind you. I
don't do it for pay, so if you've got any buttons that need welding to
your trousers don't ask me to do it."
"Never!" exclaimed Dunk. "I've found a better way than that."
"What is it--the bachelor's friend--or every man his own tailor? Fasten
a button on with a pair of gas-pliers so that you have to take the
trousers apart when you want to get it off?"
"Something like that, yes," laughed Dunk, "only simpler. Look here!"
He pulled up the back of his vest and showed Andy where a suspender
button was missing. In its place Dunk had taken a horseshoe nail,
pushed it through a fold of the trousers, and had caught the loop of the
braces over the nail.
"Isn't that some classy little contrivance?" he asked, proudly. "Not
that I take any credit to myself, though. Far be it! I got the idea out
of the comic supplement. But it works all right, and the beauty of it is
that you can use the nail over and over again.
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