"Just like the park diamonds, isn't it?" he asked, as Silvey stretched a pair of weary arms.
"And Sid said he was glad he thought of it. And we worked like everything while he stood around!"
John scarcely heard him as he stood, eyes a-dream, looking over the even, carefully raked turf. "The grand stand comes next, Bill. Do you think we ought to tear down the shack for lumber?"
Bill demurred. That shaky building occupied too great a place of importance in the boys' lives to justify such a sacrifice. Surely there were enough new buildings being erected in the neighborhood without that.
Sid made an announcement on the following Monday which made the postponement of that last bit of construction work imperative.
"Saw the captain of the 'Jeffersons,'" he beamed as the little group gathered about him on the baseball diamond. "We're going to play 'em this Saturday."
"What?" John exploded. Sid nodded his head.
"They've got the best team around," Silvey broke out. "And they've been practicing in the park ever since the snow melted. How can we lick 'em now?"
Sid shrugged his shoulders aggravatingly.
"Haven't you any brains at all?" John stormed.