Now is no time to think of baseball, he thought. Now is the time to think of only one
thing. That which I was born for. There might be a big one around that school, he thought. I picked
up only a straggler from the albacore that were feeding. But they are working far out and fast.
Everything that shows on the surface today travels very fast and to the north-east. Can that be the
time of day? Or is it some sign of weather that I do not know?