"Lawrence."
"Oh, yes—Owen Lawrence. Some of you boys find Lawrence—tell him to come here immediately." Mr. Barry glanced toward Bob Somers. "Did they do any more than hurt your feelings?" he demanded.
"No, sir; not a bit. And they didn't do much of that, either," answered Bob, wiping his perspiring face.
"I see you still have your nerve with you. Where is Roger Steele?"
"Roger Steele!" howled Benny; "Roger Steele; Mr. Barry wants you!"
A movement in the crowd indicated the approach of Brown and Lawrence.
The chief "outlaws" seemed entirely unabashed.
"I believe you sent for me, sir," began "Crackers" Brown, bowing politely to the millionaire.
He braved unflinchingly the hard, cold glare which Mr. Barry turned upon him.
His attitude seemed to irritate the would-be donor of the ball park.