"We might get out our old hunting knickerbockers and sweaters," said his brother. "They would be better than our street clothes."
"Yes, but no two sweaters are alike."
"I know that."
"For two pins I'd send a message to the Brooksides, asking them to postpone the game."
"Well, we might do that," answered Harry, and there the unsatisfactory conversation came to an end.
CHAPTER XVIII.
AN EXPOSURE, AND WHAT FOLLOWED.
Frank Pemberton was just finishing his supper when he heard a well-known whistle outside of his gate, and lost no time in answering the boyish call. Outside he found a lad named Charlie Crown awaiting him. Charlie was about Frank's age. He was a cripple and could not play ball or other games, but took a great interest in the athletic sports.
"What's up, Charlie?" asked Frank, as he met the cripple near the gate.
"I want to see you," was the low answer. "I've got something to tell."