But Joe’s letter also contained a little slip from the Treasurer, to which a crisp, blue, oblong paper was attached. Joe unfolded it in some wonderment and ran his eyes over it hastily.
It was a check for a thousand dollars, and on the accompanying slip was written:
“In payment of bonus as per contract for winning twenty games during the season.”
Joe grabbed Jim and waltzed him about the room, much to Barclay’s bewilderment.
“What are you trying to do?” he gasped. “Is it a new tango step or what?”
“Glory, hallelujah!” ejaculated Joe. “Yesterday and to-day are sure my lucky days.”
He thrust the check before his friend’s eyes.
“Great Scott!” exclaimed Jim. “It never rains but it pours. If you fell overboard, you’d come up with a fish in your mouth.”
“It sure is like finding money,” chortled Joe. “Everything seems to be coming my way.”
“You’ll be lending money to Rockefeller if this sort of thing keeps on,” Jim grinned. “But after all it can’t be such a surprise. You must have known that you had won twenty games.”