“Not exactly looking for a chance, though I’d like to indulge in a little sport of the sort if I could find a team that desired to play mine.”
“You have your team here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve seen newspaper accounts of your success in defeating everything you have encountered this season, and I have a team that I fancy is able to take some of the conceit out of you.”
“What, ho!” cried Ready. “I scent trouble! Methinks the fur will fill the breeze directly.”
Frank smiled.
“You, sir,” he said quietly, “are like others I have encountered during our trip, for you fancy I must be conceited because I have been very successful in defeating fast ball-teams this season. We are out for sport, sir, and are not afraid to tackle anything that we come across. At the same time, I hardly think we are conceited.”
“You’re not afraid of anything?”
“Afraid? Why should I be?”
“Then I challenge you to play my team to-morrow. Do you accept?”