Sam read it twice, the second time more thoughtfully. Then he looked questioningly at Tom.
“Interest you?” asked the latter. “If I could take it I’d do it in a minute, Sam.”
“Yes, but this man’s looking for someone a heap older than I am, I guess, Tom, although he doesn’t say anything about age. ‘A young man’; that’s all.”
“Well, aren’t you a young man?”
“I’m young,” agreed Sam, “but I’m no man yet. Anyway, I suppose I couldn’t go so far. There’s just my mother and Nell at home——”
“It would be only about nine weeks, though. The pay isn’t big, but——”
“The pay’s all right, Tom, because I’d be getting my board, you see. The only thing would be leaving my folks alone so long. Still——” Sam thoughtfully fondled the catcher’s mitt.
“You could give him all the references he wanted,” urged Tom.
“Who from?” asked the other doubtfully. “What sort of references?”
“Why, from your minister and your school principal, of course.”