“That certainly is a queer way to put it,” returned Fred, with a grin. “How can it be the same if it’s different?”
“Oh, well, it’s like a ball game I saw some time ago,” said Andy dryly. “It was nine to nine in the first inning, and only three to five in the last inning.”
“Nine to nine in the first inning and three to five in the last!” cried Fred in perplexity. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, it was this way: There were nine players on each side in the first inning, and they started——” And thereupon Andy dodged quickly behind a signboard as Fred made as if to attack him while the others laughed.
The four boys were walking along in the vicinity of the Union Station when they saw somebody coming toward them. It was the young man they had met while going for railroad tickets in New York.
“Well, of all things!” cried Joe Brooks, smiling. “You said you were coming to Chicago, but I certainly didn’t expect to fall in with you again.”
“Did you just get in?” questioned Fred.
“Got in a few hours ago. How are you enjoying yourselves in the Windy City?”
“Oh, we’re getting along all right enough,” answered Jack. “We have been around town quite a bit, and also out to the stock yards.”