"But I want you to get the uniforms."
"Wot, you want me ter steal 'em?"
"Oh, no. I want you to get them and hide them, so that when they start to play ball with the Brooksides next Saturday they'll have to do it in their street clothes."
"Oh, dat's de wrinkle, eh? Where do yer want me to hide 'em?"
Sidney looked around, to make sure that nobody was close by, and then whispered something into the other boy's ear.
"It will be dead easy," he continued. "You can do it some time to-morrow."
"Yes, if de carpenter shop ain't locked," returned Billy.
"I know where they keep the key—close to Mrs. Darrow's washhouse door."
"It's a big risk. If I do dat I want twenty-five cents," said Billy, after considering the matter.
"No, I'll give you ten."