Merry was silent for some moments, looking straight at Mr. Hazard.
“What team is this you wish us to meet?” he finally asked.
“I call it The Mysteries.”
“Ah-ha!” cried Ready, with a flourish. “Refuse me! My rubber-neck disposition is aroused.”
“How do we know this is on the level?” asked Frank.
“I am well known to the proprietor of this hotel and to a number of men in the city who will assure you that my word is reliable. You shall have such references as you desire. If I cannot satisfy you in every particular, you need not play the game.”
“But how about the Polo Grounds?”
“There is nothing going on there to-morrow, unless we play, and I have been assured that I may have the grounds.”
“Then you put yourself to the trouble of finding that out before coming to me?”