“Yes, and that would take nine Saturdays. Allowing for some days when it might be too rainy to play that will just about cover the playing season before school closes for the summer.”
“Who are to be the other two nines besides Belden and ourselves?” asked Sparrow.
“We’ve been scouting around and have found two town nines that will be glad to go in with us,” answered Frank. “One is at Somerset and the other at Ridgefield. They’re all within a few miles so that we wouldn’t have to travel far to play them. The fellows are about the same age as we are, from eleven to fourteen.”
“What will be the name of the league?” asked Skeets.
“How does Monatook Lake League strike you?” asked Frank. “Both towns are right on the lake, just as Rockledge and Belden are.”
“Just the thing,” was the verdict of all.
“Some of those town boys are dandy players,” said Skeets. “I saw the Somerset team play once and they certainly put up a fine game.”
“And the Ridgefield boys have a pitcher who is a peach, all right,” said Frank. “But that’s just what we’re looking for. It wouldn’t be any fun defeating a lot of dubs.”
“We’ll have to look out that they don’t ring in some good players from other towns to fill up weak places on their team,” said Fred.
“Of course we’ll have to take a chance on that,” admitted Frank. “But I don’t think we’ll have to worry much. I know some of the boys on both teams and they seem to be pretty square fellows.”