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Bobby smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” He paused, his mind suddenly shifting to another, more personal, matter. “Dad, are you still
going?”

“On that freighter job? Yes, Bobby, I am. But, don’t worry. I’ll be back. And who knows? Probably by then things might change.
You can never tell.”

“No, Dad,” said Bobby. “I guess you can’t.”

Maybe it is best this way,
thought Bobby.

It was a good feeling to know for certain that his father would be coming back, and, who knew, by that time he might just
be the best base stealer in the state.

Baseball Pals	Dive Right In
Baseball Turnaround	Double Play at Short
The Basket Counts	Face-Off
Body Check	Fairway Phenom
Catch That Pass!	Football Fugitive
Catcher with a Glass Arm	Football Nightmare
Catching Waves	The Fox Steals Home
Center Court Sting	Goalkeeper in Charge