“Oh, very well,” he said then, settling himself comfortably in an easy chair. “Go ahead without me. I’ll take a nap. Wake me up when you’re through chinning.”
“I think Borden’s idea is a good one,” said Ted when Sam had subsided. “As captain of the baseball team, Dolph, you’re just the fellow to start it. Have a talk with Steve Walker and Thorp Prentiss. If they agree you’ve got the baseball, football and track interests combined. And, anything you three captains do the school will stand back of.”
“Yes, but how about Benny?”
“I’d go to him and tell him that you need the field,” said Jack. “Ask him if he will allow you to go ahead and see what you can do. I think it would be better to simply ask Finkler for a lease of the meadow, say for ten years; I guess he’d be more likely to lease it than sell it.”
“I want some one else to make him the offer, though,” said Dolph with a laugh.
“Let Jack do it,” suggested Sam. “He’s got a grand gift of the gab.”
“Thought you were asleep,” said Ted.
“I am. I’m talking in my sleep.”
“Well, don’t do it,” answered Ted severely. “We’re getting on nicely, so don’t butt in.”