“You’re wrong there, Jim,” replied Joe, with a smile. “The perfect day will be to-morrow.”
“Right you are!”
Yet little did Baseball Joe and his chum dream of the many adventures and perils which lay ahead of them.
CHAPTER XVI
PUTTING THEM OVER
As the two baseball players sauntered down the corridor after supper they chanced upon Iredell. He was sitting at a reading table, intent upon a letter which had attached to it what looked like an official document of some kind.
It was a chance for which Joe had been looking, and he gave Jim a sign to go on while he himself dropped into a seat beside the famous shortstop.
“How are you, Dell, old boy?” he said, genially.