“Sure, he would, if the Reporter got after him hard. Say, you see that Point fellow, whatever his name is, and let me know by day after to-morrow. And don’t put it off too long. Let’s strike while the iron’s hot. Folks want to see baseball now. In another three weeks it’ll be about out of season. Well, that’s all. Glad to have met you fellows.” Mr. Potter shook hands briskly. “We’ll give Clearfield a ball game she won’t forget! Good-night. I’ll see you again in a day or two.”
CHAPTER XIX
MR. POTTER GETS BUSY
When he was gone the two boys looked at each other a moment and then began to laugh.
“Rather takes your breath away, doesn’t he?” gasped Gordon.
“I should say so! And of all crazy stunts——”
“Get out! It’s going to be a heap of fun! I’m for it—strong!”
“So I see. But maybe the Pointers won’t care to take part in such a silly affair.”
“Why not? Why, we’ll offer them twenty-five per cent. of the gate receipts and they’ll be dead anxious.”
“Pshaw! They don’t need any money. What would they do with it?”
“Do with it? Why—why, what would anyone do with it? Eat it, of course!”