“Ain’ I always tol’ you, Mas’ Wayne, that you goin’ make you-all’s fortune up here? Ain’ I?” Wayne couldn’t recall having been told anything of the sort, but he didn’t say so. “Reckon we’s goin’ to be mighty ’portant folkses now!” the darkey went on. “How much money he goin’ to pay you?” “I don’t know yet. And I don’t know that I’ll go, June. Maybe Mr. Farrel isn’t really in earnest. I don’t see how he can be. I can’t play ball much, June. If I----” “Say you can’? Let me tell you, Mas’ Wayne, sir, you plays ball better’n any of those other gen’lemen, a heap better!” “But playing on a real league team is different, June. Suppose this manager doesn’t like me when I get there?” “He’s goin’ to like you! How far is this yere place, Mas’ Wayne?” “Harrisville? About eighty miles, I think. It’s a pretty big place, June, and maybe I wouldn’t like it as well as Medfield. I--I’ve got sort of fond of this place. If I do go, I want you to look after the garden, June. If you don’t I’m going to tan your hide for you.” “What you mean look after your garden, Mas’ Wayne? Ain’ I goin’ with you?” “Why, I don’t see how you can,” answered Wayne troubledly. “Maybe after I get ahead a little----” “Now look yere, Mas’ Wayne! My mammy done tell me to watch out for you, ain’ she? How you ’spects I’m goin’ watch out for you if I ain’ with you? No, sir, Mas’ Wayne, if you goes, I goes, an’ that’s all there is to it, sir!” “Well, we’ll see,” evaded Wayne. “I dare say I’ll be back by the end of the week, anyway. If I’m not, and you want to come, I’ll send you some money and you and Sam can follow.” “You don’ have to send no money,” said Wayne. “I got me ’most fifty dollars right now. How much you got, sir?” “Not a great deal,” owned Wayne ruefully. “I’ve had to buy so many things that I’ve been spending it about as fast as I’ve got it, June.” “Ain’ boughten anythin’ you ain’ needed, I reckon.” June stepped down and disappeared around the side of the car and when he came back he held a tin can in his hand. He rattled it proudly. “Reckon you better take this along with you,” he said, offering it to Wayne. “Jus’ you drap it in your pocket right now, sir, so’s you won’ forget it.” “Get out! I’m not going to take your money,” answered the other firmly. “I don’t need it, anyway. I’ve got twelve dollars, pretty near; and Mr. Farrel is going to pay my fare both ways.” “I know that, Mas’ Wayne, but ’twon’ do for you to walk in on them ball players over to this yere place with no little ol’ picayune twelve dollars in your pocket, no, sir! You got to put on a heap o’ dog, Mas’ Wayne, ’cause if you don’t they’s goin’ to think you don’ amoun’ to nothin’ ’tall. Please, sir, you take it.” “No,” said Wayne firmly. “I’m much obliged, June, but I don’t need it. If they give me the position I’ll have money of my own, you see.” “Then you take half of it, Mas’ Wayne,” pleaded June.