True to his word, in less than an hour Charlie Loring looked up Dick at the big hotel where Merriwell was registered and informed him that he had found no difficulty in securing the ball park. The matter of advertising was discussed, and Loring hastened away to attend to it.
Having phoned Harrison and put him wise to the successful course of affairs, the Yale man looked around for Lozier and Ross. He found the latter in a short time, and Ross delightedly agreed to play, giving his positive assurance that Lozier would be equally glad of the opportunity.
Things were moving along swimmingly. On the broad veranda of the hotel Dick discovered Chester Arlington, who greeted him with a friendly smile.
Arlington pricked up his ears at once on hearing what Merriwell had to say.
“Baseball?” he cried. “A game with the Outlaws? Why, say! I thought they were to play the local team.”
“So they were, but it’s off—a disagreement over terms.”
“And you’ve got it fixed to tackle them?”
“It’s all fixed. The ball ground is engaged for the game.”
“Will I play!” laughed Chester. “Will I! Ask me! I haven’t touched a ball, it is true, since I played down in Texas with Frank’s pick-ups. Oh, we gave the great Tigers a surprise down there! But say, I’ve been looking over the list of games played by these Outlaws, and they walloped the Tigers to a whisper. They must be the real hot stuff.”
“I fancy they are,” nodded Dick.