"It seems to me, Mr. Yates, the least you can do is to have these suits cleaned and dried for us," said Frank.
"I'll certainly have that done, boys—or you can have it done and I'll pay the bill. Take them to Kolish, the tailor, if you wish."
The matter was talked over, and in the meantime Sidney was sent up to his room. The boys allowed Billy Fram to go, but he was warned to keep his distance or they would make Lakeport too hot to hold him. He sneaked off like a whipped cur, and then the club members went off to hunt up the tailor, who did all sorts of odd jobs outside of making new clothes.
"I'll wager Sidney catches it," said Link, on the way, and he was right. Sidney received one of the hardest thrashings ever given to him, and his spending money was cut off for a month.
The tailor when roused up said he would go to work that very night on the uniforms and do his best with them. Frank remained two hours to help him, and as a consequence by nine o'clock the next morning the suits were washed, dried and pressed, and looked almost as good as new. The bill amounted to eight dollars, and this Mr. Yates paid without a murmur.
The boys had arranged to go to Brookside in a big stage, and it was a jolly crowd of twenty-six that occupied the turnout. Another stage followed and also several carriages, while a number of folks went up to Brookside by the lake steamer and in naphtha launches.
When they arrived at Brookside they were escorted to the baseball grounds by the members of the rival club, who did all in their power to make our young friends comfortable.
"They believe in treating us better than the Excelsiors did," was Harry's comment. "I guess we are going to have a good game."
"They certainly look to be in the best of condition," answered Fred. "That Roy Willetts has a splendid arm for pitching."
George Dixon was the captain of the club and he played shortstop. He was a curly-headed fellow and full of fun.