“They’ll be so mad they won’t be able to see straight,” chuckled Dan. “And if they find any Mannig citizen roaming around, they’ll probably make life very interesting for him!”
“Do you suppose they’ll be able to prove that Mannig did it?” asked Bob.
“Sure to. They’ll find that the fellow who brought the alarm was a stranger, and guess at once.”
“Still, I don’t see how they are going to prove it!”
“Well, maybe they won’t,” allowed Dan. “But there’s one thing you can bet on, and that is, no matter whether Mannig gets the purse or not, there won’t be any more baseball games between the two towns for a while!”
“And a good thing too!” said Nelson. “That sort of baseball makes me tired!”
They reached Cupples’ Harbor at a little before six, very hungry, and somewhat tired. After supper Dan said:
“Say, do you fellows realize that it’s just a week since we left New York?”
“A week!” shouted Tom.
“Get out!” said Nelson. “It seems a month!”