“On the contrary,” smiled Merry, “that has simply whetted our appetite for more.”
“Then come on.”
A number of club members accompanied them. Fuller led the way along a broad walk and out through a small grove. They came upon a broad, level field, like a plateau. Round the field ran a fine track, inclosing a baseball diamond and football ground. At one side were long rows of open seats, rising in tiers. At one end of the oval was the trackmaster’s house, which also served as a bathhouse and contained dressing rooms for the competitors.
Merry was surprised.
“Certainly I didn’t look for this here,” he confessed. “I was wondering where you could have a field up among these hills. This is splendid.”
“Oh, my father knew what he was about when he selected this location!” laughed Fuller.
They walked along the track, noting its splendid condition.
“It must have cost a pretty penny to lay this out and build this track,” said Hodge.
“It did,” nodded Fuller; “but it’s paid for, and we don’t owe a dollar.”