He was still confronted by that “How” when he reached the Bemis House and found June and Sam dozing in a tilted-back chair under the striped awning in front. Wayne dragged a chair alongside and, defeating Sam’s attempts to crawl into his arms, narrated the story of the morning’s encounter--and defeat. June was incredulous, outraged, indignant. He insisted that Wayne should revenge himself instantly on Mr. Milburn and the Harrisville Baseball Club by shaking the dust of the place from their feet and leaving manager and team to get along without his services. But Wayne said no to that. “We’re going to stay right here until I get what I came for,” he declared stoutly. “We’re going to find a place to live first of all. This is too expensive, I reckon. How much money have you got, June?” “I got forty-seven dollars an’ ninety-three cents,” replied June proudly. “I reckon that’ll keep us here mos’ all summer, Mas’ Wayne, if that fool man don’ give you that position before.” “All right, June. Now I’m going to write a letter. Then we’ll have some dinner and try to find a boarding-house afterward. You stay here, Sam.” The letter, written at one of the sloping desks that lined a wall in the little hotel lobby, was short but decided. It was addressed to Jim Mason and announced that Wayne would not be back to his job but was going to remain in Harrisville. It didn’t go into details at all and it ended up with thanks to Jim for his kindness and love to Mrs. Mason and Terry and a promise to see him the first time he returned to Medfield. He considered writing to Arthur Pattern, too, but decided to wait for a day or two longer. Then, having burned his bridges behind him, Wayne accompanied June to a nearby restaurant and ate a very satisfactory dinner. CHAPTER XVIII “BADGERS” VS. “BILLIES”