Morris Hart bridled up at this.
"You won't find it so," he rejoined.
"Not much," said Mr. Merrifield. "You bet your high monkey munk."
"Well, well," exclaimed Mr. Mole, "the proof of the pudding is in the eating. I will call base-ball a very scientific game, and with your kind permission, I will show you how an old cricketer can play."
"Agreed," said Morris Hart.
This being settled, Mr. Merrifield left them together, and it was arranged that Mr. Mole should go over to the grounds at Hoboken at a certain hour.
Morris gave him the club clothes, blue stockings, etc., which he put in a grip sack and left him, after exacting a promise that he would be on time.
Mr. Mole was no sooner possessed of the cap, shirt, drawers and stockings, than he went to his room and put them on.
Very comical indeed was his appearance, for his long, gaunt, angular form made him look like an animated scarecrow.
Anxious to display himself, he went to Harkaway's room, finding Jack and Harvey engaged in conversation.