“Anyway, I don’t care to do a thing like that,” said Dick. “It wouldn’t be exactly square, I guess.”
“I’ll tell you what!” exclaimed Harold.
“Go ahead,” said Jack. “You’re full of information, kid.”
“Well,” said Harold, pausing long enough to regard Jack with a look of disdain, “why don’t you play them in the morning?”
“By jove!” said Lanny.
“‘Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings!’” murmured Jack. “Kid, you’re all right!”
“We might,” pondered Dick. “They’re coming over anyway, and I dare say they’d just as lief come in the morning as later. I’ll get hold of that captain of theirs this evening and see what he says.”
“Tell ’em we’ll pay their fares both ways,” suggested Will Scott.
“Sure thing; and buy them a lunch,” agreed Way.
“They’ll do it,” said Gordon. “Make the game at ten-thirty, Dick.”