“Well, there’s no harm in having it,” replied Lanny evasively. “You never know when you’ll need money.”
“I know when I need it,” said Dick grimly. “That’s most of the time.”
“It wouldn’t be a bad scheme to sound Billings,” said Gordon. “You might tell him we’d like to play a deciding game, and that—er—that as Clearfield is interested in the series it would perhaps be best to play here. If Billings kicked, you could offer him a third. I dare say we’d get a couple of hundred people easily for the next game, and that would give the Point something like seventeen dollars.”
“I don’t believe they’re as much on the make as you Shylocks,” objected Dick. “Still, I’ll talk it over with him some day. Perhaps, though, it would be better to wait and see if they won’t propose the game themselves. Then we’d be in a better position to make conditions.”
“Isn’t he the nifty old diplomat?” asked Lanny admiringly.
“A regular fox,” agreed Gordon. “Work it your own way, Dick.”
“We can’t play them for about three weeks, anyway,” said Dick. “We’re filled up with games until the third of September. I got a letter from Tyson over in Springdale this morning. He says they’ll play us there a week from next Saturday if we’ll come over. What do you say?”
“I say yes, by all means,” replied Gordon, with enthusiasm. “And I guess we’re all eager to have another try at those chaps after what they did to us in June.”
“Well, it won’t be quite the same team, Tyson says, and they’re calling themselves the Independents.”
“We’ll call them down,” laughed Lanny. “We play Logan the day after to-morrow, don’t we?”