“I don’t know,” replied Iredell dubiously.
“He’s got me guessing,” muttered Curry.
And the trio were still guessing when several weeks later the party reached Egyptian soil, prepared to play the most modern of games before the most ancient of monuments—baseball in the very shadow of the Pyramids!
CHAPTER XXVII
THE SIGNED CONTRACT
“If old Pharaoh could only see us now!” chortled Jim, as the teams lined up for their first game.
“He’d probably throw a fit,” grinned Denton.
“Not a bit of it,” said Joe. “He’d probably be up in the grandstand, eating peanuts and singing out once in a while to ‘kill the umpire.’”