“If you fail to show up,” said Hazen, “I’ll get up on the bleachers to-morrow and tell everybody how you squealed.”
“Don’t worry; we’ll not fail to show up.”
Then Merry led the way to the place where a cab was waiting. The ex-Yale man, the boy, and the old Indian entered the cab and were driven away.
CHAPTER VII.
READY TO PLAY.
Frank’s challenge and the acceptance of Manager Wilson had appeared in the Omaha papers, and the result was that a great crowd gathered at the baseball-grounds the afternoon of the day on which the Merries were again to meet the home team.
The Stars were first on the field, and they were given a round of applause. Their practise-work was snappy and aroused no small amount of enthusiasm. Then came Merriwell’s team, trotting out onto the field as the Stars came in.
“Hooray!” shouted a man. “There they are! They’re the boys who play clean baseball!”
The applause received by Frank and his men plainly showed they were favorites.