“That doesn’t make much difference, does it? None of those places are far away and it won’t break us to pay trolley fares. After all, we don’t need the money as far as I see.”
“Don’t we!” exploded Jack. “We need it like anything!”
Curtis Wayland kicked him on the ankle and Jack subsided.
“What for?” asked Dick, mildly surprised. “We’ve got four balls that haven’t been used and three that are still good. We’ve got bats and gloves and a mask and about everything else. I thought we were in this for the fun of it. What do we want to make money for?”
But Jack only mumbled, while the others regarded him with threatening looks. Will Scott changed the subject gracefully.
“You fellows don’t want to forget that there’s a meeting to-night about the new field. You’d better all show up. We want to get as many there as possible.”
“Thought it was just a meeting of the committee,” said Gordon.
“No, it’s public. We want to find out what the fellows think about it before we go ahead and do anything.”
“I don’t see that there’s more than one thing we can think about it,” observed Tom. “The old field’s going and we’ve got to have another. That’s dead simple.”
“Yes, but we may have to rent ground,” replied Way. “And we want to know how far out of town fellows are willing to go. And how much we ought to pay.”