He handed it over to Jim who read it with a smile.
“Betting on me, is he?” said Joe. “Well, Mac, you win!”
CHAPTER IV
THE TOP OF THE WAVE
While they were still discussing the telegram, Joe’s father came home to lunch from the harvester works where he was employed. He seemed ten years younger than he had before the trip to the World’s Series, which he in his quiet way had enjoyed quite as much as the rest of the family.
He greeted the young men cordially.
“I met a man a little way down the street who seemed to have come from here,” he said, as he hung up his hat. “He had his hat jammed down on his head, and was muttering to himself as though he were sore about something.”
“He was,” replied Jim with a grin. “He laid twenty-five thousand dollars on the table, and he was sore because Joe wouldn’t take it up.”