“I—I’d like to help, first rate,” answered Sid, in some confusion, “only I’m broke now.”
Phil did not reply, but there was a queer look on his face. He was wondering what Sid had done with his money. This was the second time he had unexpectedly “gone broke.”
Subscriptions were pouring in on Snowden, and it began to look as if Tom’s prophecy would hold good, and that the boys only need be told of the needs of the nine to have them attended to. Bert Bascome, who had been whispering with Ford Fenton, and some of his cronies, suddenly arose.
“Mr. Chairman,” began Bascome.
“Mr. Bascome,” responded Tom.
“I rise to a question of personal privilege,” he went on pompously.
“What is it?” asked Tom, trying not to smile.
“I would like to know why it is that the nine hasn’t made money enough to carry itself so far this season, when it has played a number of games, and won several?” went on Bascome.
“One reason is that the attendance was not large enough to cover expenses, and leave a sufficiently large sum to be divided between our team and the ones we played,” stated the captain, wondering what Bascome was driving at.