"A ball field and grand stand," answered Brown.
"All ridiculous nonsense!" The captain struck the palm of his hand an emphatic blow. "The boys have done right to refuse to play such an organization."
"Have you recently entered the High as a student?" asked Brown.
A fierce glare sprang into the captain's eyes.
"I would suggest, sir," continued Brown, smoothly, "that the students are not asking advice from outsiders."
"I beg pardon," said the captain, "but I thought a little friendly counsel might not come amiss."
"It's the way you offer your suggestions that hurts our feelings," said Brown, quite candidly. "Really, I expected to find myself flying through space."
"'Crackers' felt as if he'd been banged on the head," added Benny Wilkins. "Who's got a note-book? My new one's full already."
"My esteemed young friend," said "Crackers," turning toward him, "I saw a bargain sale on Central Avenue. Let me advise you to get a dozen at once. Even then, I fear, it won't be enough to hold an account of what our team—the 'Hopes'—are going to do."