"Play ball!" the Quxa yelled. "Play ball! Play ball! Play ball!"
He sprang up, produced a baseball glove and spat into it reverently.
"I go play now. You come see. Get scorecard, know players."
He looked at Candy hopefully.
"'Specially me," he added.
Out of the moil of Quxas came the lank form of Bill Bradley. He spied the girl, whooped and came running to her. For a few moments they talked at once, in an incoherent and ecstatic jumble. Then Candy, catching control of herself, cited in admiration the change in the Quxa village.
"And you've done all this!" she concluded.
"I didn't do anything!" Bill protested. "They like to play baseball and this sort of happened. We're getting representative government into action now. Each team elects a captain and the captains are the town council. Tonight they're going to vote on naming the settlement Brooklyn."
"You know," said Candy, "I'll bet they'll make you a culture god."