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That leaves us without a game to-day and to-morrow. We're looking for a game. This is Mike McCann, captain of my team." The young Irishman nodded and touched his cap brim. "Go on," invited Merriwell. "I've always had a desire to meet you," continued Bearover. "You have a big reputation as a baseball man. I'd like to play you in Wellsburg for a purse."
"My name is Basil Bearover. This young man here" with a jerk of his thumb toward Badger "informs me that you are Frank Merriwell." "Yes, I'm Frank Merriwell, Mr. Bearover. We were speaking of horses. Now I'll admit that Pansy yonder hasn't been properly educated. In time I hope to improve her greatly.
"You're going to have as square a deal as you ever received in all your career, but you're not going to bulldoze the umpire or any one else on this field." "If we don't get what we want, we'll stop the game in the very first inning," threatened Bearover. "You can stop it by refusing to play," said Frank. "You heard Carker tell McCann that he would forfeit the game if he did such a thing.
You haven't been brushing up in mathematics lately, and a difficult problem might bother you a little. Will you kindly make it a simple question, Mr. Bearover?" "Oh, yes; oh, yes," chuckled the stout man, "I'll make it simple enough. Let's see if your wonderful horse can tell us how many ten and five added together be." The horse stood quite still for a moment and did not lift its foot.
Merry looked round and motioned to Gregory Carker. Carker promptly stepped forward. "Here he is," said Frank. Bearover placed himself in front of Carker, at whom he glowered. "See here, young man," he said, "we want no monkey business to-day. If you don't give us what's coming to us, you'll get into trouble in short order. We know how to deal with crooked umpires."
They come in from all the surrounding towns. We'll play with the understanding that the winning team takes the entire gate receipts. If we win, we'll donate the money to some charitable purpose. If you win, you may do whatever you please with it." "Will you make a written guarantee that there'll be at least a thousand paid admissions?" asked Bearover. "With the weather favorable," assented Frank.
In case your tough crowd from Wellsburg attempts to make a disturbance, the ringleaders will find themselves in Bloomfield lockup. We've made preparations for you and your paid thugs, Mr. Bearover." While this conversation was taking place Bender had pretended to busy himself in tying a shoestring, which he untied and retied several times before it seemed satisfactory to him.
"Bill is onto his job," muttered Frank. "If there's any disturbance those fellows will make it." The Rovers took the field for practice. They handled themselves like professionals, and many of their clever catches or stops elicited exclamations of wonderment and applause. Casper Silence and Basil Bearover approached Frank. "Where's your umpire, Merriwell?" demanded Bearover.
In time I hope to teach her to perform a few simple mathematical problems, although I doubt if she'll ever be able to talk." "Huh?" blurted Bearover. "Mathematical fudge! Able to talk? What sort of rot are you trying to give me, young man?" "Have you never seen a horse that could add, subtract, multiply, and divide?" asked Merry, with pretended surprise.
Instead of that, the creature seemed to be eying Basil Bearover with a look of disdain. Finally a most astounding thing happened, for Dick's lip curled back, exposing his teeth, and from his mouth there seemed to issue these words: "Any blamed fool would know that ten and five make fifteen!" Basil Bearover's usually florid face turned pale, and the man actually staggered.
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