Bearover placed himself in front of Carker, at whom he glowered.
"See here, young man," he said, "we want no monkey business to-day. If you don't give us what's coming to us, you'll get into trouble in short order. We know how to deal with crooked umpires."
"Evidently you do not know how to deal with gentlemen," said Greg. "You'll get your due and not a whit more. Bullying and browbeating will not give you an advantage."
"Oh, you're rather a stiff-necked young man, ain't ye?" growled the big bear. "Let's understand the ground rules before we begin. How about a wild throw into the crowd, Merriwell?"
"Perhaps we'd better make a rule that such a throw will give the base runner the privilege of advancing one base and no more," suggested Frank.
"That's satisfactory to us," nodded Bearover. "Do you think you can keep the crowd off the outfields?"
"I have six officers here for the purpose of handling this crowd. Not only will I see that the spectators do not intrude on the outfields, but I'll guarantee that those officers will suppress any riot or disturbance. They have full authority to arrest any one who attempts to make trouble here to-day."
Casper Silence yawned and lighted a cigarette.
"There won't be any disturbance unless you chaps try to steal this game," said Bearover.
"We don't have to steal games," returned Merry, quick as a flash. "We can win them."