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Well, if you'll not play us for a purse, will you play us with the agreement that the winning team takes the entire gate proceeds?" "Not in Wellsburg." "Eh? Why not in Wellsburg?" "Because I have a better baseball ground yonder within sight of this house. Because at the present time I have a house party here, and we're not looking for baseball games.
"Such being the case, if you have a team here, why not play us in Wellsburg for a small purse? If you're the wizard we've heard you are, you can make a little money while you're having the enjoyment of a game. A purse of five hundred dollars would be all right. It would suit us. We'll play you to-morrow. What do you say?" "I say no, sir," answered Frank.
With a sneering smile, he turned and regarded Gallup. "I've put my money up," he said. "Now let's see you do the same thing or squeal." Gallup swallowed down a lump which had risen in his throat. "Derned if I ever squealed in my life!" he snarled. "I've gut ten thousand right in the Wellsburg Bank, and I'll draw a check on it jest as soon as I kin make it aout!"
Now I understand they have such a man here in Wellsburg a chap who is capable of handling a game right up to the mark. His name is Bowers." Merriwell laughed. "I happen to know this Bowers," he said. "I've seen him work, and the recollection is hardly a pleasant one. He does know the game, but he can be influenced. That's putting it in a mild fashion.
The morning paper from Wellsburg arrived in Bloomfield at seven o'clock. Before the coming of Frank Merriwell to Bloomfield this morning paper had been able to boast of barely a dozen regular subscribers or purchasers in the little town. Now, however, things were different, and Bloomfield took fully fifty copies of the paper each morning.
"If you decide to play us here, and the weather's favorable, I'll guarantee a thousand paid spectators. It's a safe guarantee, and in all probability there'll be two or three thousand persons here. I'll have the game announced by the Wellsburg Herald. I'll see that it is advertised in the neighboring towns. We do not depend on Bloomfield alone for our spectators.
A man who can make ten thousand dollars of his own accord at your age and salt it away where it's safe has no right to be ashamed of himself." "Who knows whether it's safe or not?" muttered Eph. "It's pretty safe in the Wellsburg Bank, old man. You needn't worry about that. I think I'll find Toots and have the horses hitched up. We'll strike out for Bloomfield right away."
The Wellsburg Herald made the statement that some one of this team has wagered ten thousand dollars with Casper Silence. I've regarded the yarn as preposterous. At the same time, I've decided to ask you, one and all, frankly and fairly, if you know anything about such a wager. Do you know anything about a wager of any sort?
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."
"Which way, Marsa Frank?" asked Toots, as they reached the gate. "To Wellsburg," answered Merriwell, "and get us there in a hurry. Show us what these ponies can do over twenty miles of good country road." "Yes, sah," grinned the colored man, "Ah'll let de hosses out a notch or two, sah, jes' as soon as we git frough de village."
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