“Fine!” declared Gardiner enthusiastically. “Burgess is a great pal of Morrison, but he’s all to the good. More than once he has pulled Edgar out of a hole and saved the day.”
“A good catcher is worth his weight in gold,” Merriwell said, with a sidelong glance at Buckhart, who appeared deaf.
“Let’s go out this way,” he went on. “I thought we would use the car this afternoon, so I left it at the side entrance.”
As they went down the steps, Maxwell and Garrick started to walk away.
“See you on the field,” the former called back.
“Hold on,” Dick said quickly. “Aren’t you going right over there?”
“Yes; but——”
“Well, come along with us, then,” the Yale man invited, as he slipped in the coil plug. “There’s room enough for everybody, if you don’t mind crowding.”
The two fellows came back and squeezed into the tonneau with Tucker and Bigelow, who had given up his idea of taking a nap. Dick cranked the engine and took his seat at the wheel, Gardiner beside him. The Texan sat on the side of the car with his feet hanging out.
The Field Club was situated in the residential part of town and covered a good deal of ground. Besides the diamond, there was a good nine-hole golf course, excellent tennis courts, and a simple, attractive and well-arranged clubhouse. This last was built at one side of the diamond, so that the club members could enjoy the game from the wide veranda, which completely surrounded the house, quite as well as the spectators in the grand stand.