“What do you mean?”
“Keep your eye on Sandy Merton.”
Indeed Sandy did seem to be unusually busy. He went about from one part of the grounds to another, talking first with one boy and then with another. Most of them were lads with whom the chums were not on very familiar terms.
“What do you s’pose he’s up to?” asked Bart.
“Can’t guess, unless it has something to do with baseball.”
“I’m going to find out,” spoke Bart.
He approached one of the boys with whom he had seen Sandy conversing.
“What was Sandy asking you, if it’s no secret?” inquired the captain of the nine.
“Well, it is a sort of secret,” replied Fred Jenkins. “You’ll hear of it soon enough though,” and he turned away.
“Looks like a plot,” commented Ned with an uneasy laugh.