“We need cash,” went on Tom, “to carry us over a certain period. After that we’ll have plenty. We haven’t made as much as we expected. Now we’d like subscriptions, and if any fellow feels that he can’t afford to give the money outright, don’t let that stand in his way. We’ll only borrow it, and pay it back at the end of the season. Of course, if any one wants to give it without any strings on it, so much the better. I’ve got ten dollars that goes that way.”
“So have I!”
“Here too!”
“Put me down for fifteen!”
“I’ve got five that isn’t working!”
These were some of the cries that greeted Tom’s closing words.
“I’ll let the treasurer take it,” announced the chairman. “Get busy, Snowden. We’ve got enough now to take the team out of town.”
Phil, who was sitting near Sid, looked at his chum, and remarked:
“You’re going to help us out, aren’t you, Sid? Seems to me I saw you with a fair-sized roll yesterday.”