"We'll have to play another game some day," said George Dixon to Joe.
"All right, I'm willing," answered the captain of the Lakeports.
CHAPTER XX.
HARE AND HOUNDS.
Of course my young readers cannot expect me to relate all the particulars of all the games of ball the members of the Lakeport Club played that season. During the following week they met a nine from the village of Racine and won the game by a score of 9 to 6, and later met a club from Jackson Flats and won by a score of 18 to 12. They also had a match with some big boys from Haven Center and suffered defeat by a score of 11 to 8.
"Those fellows were too big for us," said Harry.
"Yes, and I am certain one or two were professionals," added Link. "We had better leave them alone after this," and they did.
At the village of Camdale, when they went to play the local nine, they had rather a trying experience. They won the game by the close score of 8 to 9, and the Camdale Club refused to consider themselves beaten.
"It was your own umpire," said Joe to the Camdale captain. "The game is ours and we want our rightful share of the gate receipts."
"Two of the runs you got didn't count!" struck in the Camdale first baseman, a fellow who looked like a perfect bruiser.