“I’ll do it without fail, Mr. Matson. You can depend upon me.”
Joe thanked him and returned to his party, which had now been joined by Mr. and Mrs. Matson and the girls. A couple of taxicabs were pressed into service, and they were carried to the Grand Central Terminal where they embarked on the last trip that was to be made to Boston during the Series.
“What with the game to-morrow and perhaps this Fleming matter on our program, I imagine we’re going to have our hands full,” Jim remarked in an aside to his friend.
“Yes,” laughed Joe, “it looks like a busy day.”
But just how busy a day it was destined to be it would have startled him to learn.
[CHAPTER XXVI]
A BLUFF THAT WORKED
Every member of Baseball Joe’s little party had by this time become thoroughly acquainted with every other, and they formed a very congenial group.
Mr. and Mrs. Matson, as Joe had predicted when he had sent on for them to come, were having the time of their lives. The great world had opened up its treasures for them after the long years they had spent in their quiet village, and they were enjoying it to the full. And their delight in the new vista opened up was, of course, immeasurably increased by their pride in Joe and his achievements so far in the World Series.