“I was manager,” replied Hiram bitterly, “but Joe Matson and his crowd put up a game on me, and I resigned.”
“Joe Matson, eh? He’s the same fellow who made a lot of trouble for me.”
“Excuse me,” murmured Luke. “I see a friend of mine. I’m going to leave you for a minute.”
“All right,” assented Hiram. “So Joe Matson made trouble for you, too, eh?” he went on to Sam, curiously.
“Yes, he played a mean trick on me, and took my place as pitcher,” which wasn’t exactly true, as my old readers know. “I’d like to get square with him some way,” concluded Sam.
“Say, so would I!” exclaimed Hiram eagerly. “Shake hands on that. He’s a low sneak, and he played a mean trick on me. I’d do anything to get even.”
“Maybe we can,” suggested Sam.
“How?”
“Oh, lots of ways. Come on over here where no one will hear us. Maybe we can fix up some scheme on him. I’d give a good deal to get even.”