"No, you don't owe me a thing!" was Harry's quick answer, and he blushed again.
"But I think I do," persisted the gentleman. "I want to reward you."
"I don't want any reward."
Mr. Corsen looked nonplussed for a moment.
"Harry will be satisfied with your thanks, Mr. Corsen," came from Mr. Westmore. "I know how he feels. I should feel the same, and so should you."
"Well, perhaps." Monroe Corsen hesitated. "Let me see, I believe you are trying your best to make a success of your baseball club?" he went on, and looked at both Harry and Joe.
"Yes, sir," answered Joe.
"Then perhaps you'll allow me to do something for the club?"
"Oh, you can do what you please for the club, Mr. Corsen," cried Harry. "That represents Lakeport, you know—that is, it will represent Lakeport unless Si Voup's club plays better ball."
"Then I'll see what I can do for the club," answered Mr. Corsen; and a little later he and his wife left the Westmore home.