"Right you are, Joe. Let us see if we can't scare up some of the other fellows and have a game," returned Fred Rush.
"I know Harry will be glad to play—he spoke about a game this morning," went on Joe Westmore. "Have you that new ball of yours handy?"
"Right here," and Fred brought it forth and tossed it high in the air. "Go and get your bat and hurry up about it. If we can scare up enough fellows we can play sides."
"All right, you go after Link Darrow and Bart Mason and I'll tell Frank Pemberton and Paul Shale. My! but can't Paul run!"
"Run? Well, I just guess. He's the best runner in Lakeport. Say, if we organized a regular baseball club, he'd make a dandy base runner, wouldn't he?"
"What put organizing a regular baseball club into your head, Fred?"
"Oh, I don't know. They have a regular club up to Brookside, and one over to Camdale, too. We ought to be able to support a club as well as those places."
"That's exactly my idea." Joe Westmore paused for a moment. "I think we could get up a better team here than that up to Brookside. I don't know much about the fellows at Camdale."
"If we organized a regular club we could send out challenges to those other clubs and have regular contests."
"If we did that we would have to fix up a regular ball field."