“Never you mind about that building,” interrupted Ned, severely. “I’m on to you, partner. You’re trying to renege on baseball. Well, it doesn’t go! You’re a baseball hero and you’ve got to get busy!”
“Aw, Ned, have a heart! There’s plenty of time—”
“No, sir, by jiminy! You got me slaving for the dear old school, now you do your bit!”
“Yes, but it isn’t fair to start the baseball season in September. You know it isn’t.”
“Cut out the alibis! You can get some baseball togs right now. Good thing you spoke of it. What’ll you need?”
“All I need is kindness,” wailed Laurie. “Ned, I don’t want to be a hero! I don’t want to save the dear old school from defeat in the ninth inning! I—I—”
“You’re going to do as you agreed to,” answered Ned, grimly. “Remember that the honor of the Turners is at stake!”
Laurie sighed deeply. Then, “You speak of honor! Say no more. I yield,” he declaimed dramatically.
“You bet you do,” answered Ned, unhesitatingly. “You for the baseball field!”