The players had no financial interest whatever in any money taken in at other games, which went to the clubs themselves, less the percentage of the National Commission.
“Hurrah!” cried Jim Barclay in delight, as he broke into the rooms occupied by Joe and himself.
“What’s the matter?” asked Joe, looking up. “Dropped into a fortune? Got money from home?”
“We’ve won the toss of the coin!” ejaculated Jim. “New York gets the first game.”
“Bully!” cried Joe. “That’s all to the good. That’s the first break in the game and it’s come our way. Let’s hope that luck will stay with us all through.”
“And just as we supposed, the first game will start on Friday,” continued Jim. “So that we’ll have about a week for practice before we have to buckle to the real work.”
“McRae told me this morning that he had almost all the practice team together now, and that we’d start to playing against them on Monday,” said Joe.
“It’s up to us to make the most of this little breathing spell, then,” returned Jim. “I think I’ll take a little run down to the beach to-morrow. Care to come along?”
“I’ve got an engagement myself to-morrow,” Joe replied. “I’m going for an automobile ride with Reggie Varley and Miss Varley. By the way, Jim, why don’t you come along with us? Reggie told me to bring along a friend if I cared to. There’s plenty of room, and he has a dandy auto. Flies like a bird. Come along.”