“I’m glad you are prompt, for we’ve no time to lose.”
At this moment Len Howard came down the stairs, tennis racket in hand, and was about to pass us when he saw Ray.
“Hullo, Wendell,” he said; “when can you play tennis with me again?”
“I don’t know,” answered Ray. “Baseball will take all my time now, I think.”
“Then why not play me before the baseball season sets in? Couldn’t we have a few sets to-morrow?”
“I shall be away to-morrow,” said Ray.
“Then some time next week. How about Monday noon?”
“I can’t say; I may be too busy.”
“See here, Wendell, I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll play you for fifty dollars a side, and put up the money at once. Now, there’s a chance for you.”