“Well, we owe you thanks!” cried Dick, extending his hand. “What can we do for you?”
“If you git hard up for a rattling good ball player and a wizard behind the bat, don’t forget Hep Hoboson,” said the tramp.
“Are you a ball player?”
“Am I? You bet your wealth I am! I am a wonder!”
“Sorry,” laughed Dick; “but we don’t need any one just at present.”
“Can’t tell how soon you may,” said Hoboson. “Things are always happening, you know. I’ll be on hand to watch the game to-morrer, and if you need a substitute jest call on me. It would delight me to go behind the bat and handle the sphere in that position.”
“Are you in need of money?” asked Dick, thrusting his hand into his pocket.
Hoboson held up his hand, at the same time shaking his head.
“A little money is sufficient for my passing wants,” he said. “I couldn’t think of accepting anything from you.”
“Where are you stopping?”