Damascus had no trouble winning that Monday game. Herring started in the box for the Badgers but lasted only three innings and was succeeded by Tommy Cotton. In the seventh Cotton resigned and Nick Crane took up the task. Harrisville played rather poorly, Wayne learned from the evening paper. At all events, Damascus gathered in the contest to the tune of 4 to 0. Tuesday’s work-out went with a new dash and vigour, and the batting practice lasted twice as long as usual. It was freely given out that Mr. Milburn intended to win a majority of those four games, which meant that the Badgers must take the remaining three. That afternoon “Red” Herring again started the performance and this time he went through without a hitch, and, although the home club failed again to win renown with their sticks, the game went to the Badgers 2 to 1. Wayne was tempted to try his fortunes with Mr. Milburn that evening, but discretion held him back. If the Badgers took tomorrow’s game perhaps he would risk it. Or maybe it would be still safer to wait until the Badgers had secured their three out of four. That is, if they did. They had got back their eight-game lead again, but Doncaster had won both games of a double header with Trenton and was now tied for second place, and it was no secret that Manager Milburn feared the Billies more than the Damascus club. Wayne got a reply from Jim Mason that afternoon. Jim was all for having Wayne give up and come back to his job. Perhaps he had read more in the boy’s letter than Wayne had intended him to. “I haven’t got any new fellow in your place yet,” wrote Jim, “and I won’t if you say you’re coming back. I can get along for another week I guess but you better write and say you are coming back so I will know whether to expect you or not. The missis is well and so is Terry. He sends you his love and says please come back to see him. We are not very busy right now but last week they dumped a string of foreigns on me and I had a tough time getting shut of them. Terry says tell you the chicken with the twisted leg up and died on him the other day. So no more at present.” Wayne was strongly tempted after reading Jim’s letter to see Mr. Milburn then and there and, if he still refused, to go back to Medfield on the first train in the morning. Perhaps it was a chance remark of June’s, as much as anything else, that kept him from yielding to that temptation. “I sure does like this yere Ha’isville,” declared June that evening at supper. “Wouldn’ go back to that little ol’ Medfield if they ask me, no, sir!” “You wouldn’t?” asked Wayne. “Why, June?” “’Cause this is a regular white man’s town, Mas’ Wayne. Livin’s cheap an’ fine, an’ folkses is fine, an’ there’s somethin’ goin’ on all the time. An’ if I wanted to, Mas’ Wayne, I could get me a job in no time at all, I could so, yes, sir.” “What kind of a job, June?”