There the two planned and boasted of combats to take place under his leadership on the renovated baseball field, until a warning conscience reminded John that it was nearing paper time.
CHAPTER XVI
MORE ABOUT "THE GREATEST GAME IN THE WORLD"
One by one, the boys filed in through the Silvey gateway, to squat outside the club-house entrance until their roster was complete. Bill glanced nervously at Sid and cleared his throat.
"It's baseball time," he began abruptly. "And we've got to elect our captain and manager. Any—" he paused and looked at John.
"Nom'nations?" said the latter promptly.
There was an awkward silence. Sid tightened his grasp on a handful of the fresh, green turf. John looked meaningly at Red Brown, who spoke up as he had been instructed.
"I nom'nate John Fletcher. He was captain last year 'n he ought to be this."
"Any one else?" asked Silvey.