Tony read aloud:
The baseball convention will take place at the Wyman Hotel, Berkeley, at 10:30 A.M. to-morrow.
W. H. Slade.
There was silence for a moment as Tony looked up in astonishment. Then his mouth opened.
“Gee whizz!” he exclaimed solemnly.
“No wonder you are surprised,” remarked Ray. “You may imagine what I thought when I first opened it.”
“Why, that is the most extraordinary and unexpected summons I ever heard of,” I exclaimed. “Is that the first notification you have had?”
“I knew nothing of the date of the meeting till I received this telegram. It was fortunate that I telegraphed Slade early this morning, for we might have missed the whole convention.”
“What a stupid, blundering oversight!” cried Tony. “Just imagine a convention without any representatives from Belmont!”
“Well,” responded Ray, “it would have been more serious for us than the convention, for the other three colleges would have constituted a quorum, and they could have voted away our rights without our knowing anything about it. I fancy the Park College men would have been glad enough of a chance like that to secure an advantage over us.”