“Maybe we will,” answered Bob. “What do you say, Nelson?”
“I’m willing,” was the answer. “Can we get something to eat there?”
“Yes, indeed; there’s a fine hotel at Laurelville. You’d better come along and root for us.”
“All right,” laughed Nelson. “We’ve got good loud voices.”
“Yes,” agreed Dan; “this fellow here got first prize once for making a noise; didn’t you, Tommy?”
“Shut up,” answered Tom, with a grin.
A fellow in baseball togs who appeared to be about twenty-five or -six years of age, and who was sitting on the other side of the coach, leaned forward and asked smilingly:
“I suppose you fellows don’t play?”
“Not much,” answered Bob carelessly.
Perhaps it was Tom’s look of surprise or the twinkle in Dan’s eye which made the other doubt the truth of Bob’s assertion.