“Ask Dick.”
Dick was appealed to, and he explained that Crowfoot had not felt like showing himself on the ball-ground, his experience in Philadelphia having aroused in him a desire to keep out of public view as much as possible.
“If we don’t have that old boy before the game is over it’s a gone case with us!” asserted Ready. “We’ve got to have him! Carker, you must hie yourself yonder and bring him hither.”
“He won’t come with me,” said Greg. “He doesn’t like me much.”
“You must bring him, if you have to do it with the aid of an officer. Lose no time, Gregory. Stop not on the way to listen for the rumble of the approaching earthquake. Grab Joseph by the collar and lead him unto us.”
“Tell him I want him to come,” urged Dick. “That will bring him if anything will.”
“Do you really wish me to go for him?”
“Sure thing, you sad-faced socialist,” said Ready. “Fly!”
“Give him this,” said Dick, passing to Greg a queer-looking stone. “Tell him I sent it and asked that he come to me without delay.”
“Where is he?”