Barrow turned to the other players.
"You fellows finish dressing and get out of here. All except Ruth." He looked at Babe again. "You stay here. No one can call me that and get away with it. We'll lock the door. I'll give you a chance to see if you can punch me in the nose."
Barrow, at 50, was more than twice Ruth's age. Harry Hooper and Infielder Dave Shean came over to him.
"You can't fight him, Ed," Hooper said. "That won't do anybody any good."
Barrow shrugged them off.
"It's time I had it out with that young man," he said.
He waited, watching, as the players dressed. In the silence pervading the room Ruth put on his uniform along with the other players. As they began to sidle out the door toward the field he glanced once at Barrow. Then he went out with the others.
He was shagging flies in the outfield when Barrow came out and sat in the Red Sox dugout. After a while Babe trotted in and came to the bench. Barrow pointedly ignored him. Finally Ruth spoke to him.
"Am I playing today?"
"No," Barrow said. "No, you're not playing. And go inside and take off your uniform. You're suspended until further notice."