“What of it? Why, say, we’ll have three or four hundred folks to see that game! We’ll get ’em in from the country and over from Springdale and Corwin and from miles around. It might be a good idea——” Mr. Potter paused and stared into space a moment. Then he nodded vehemently. “That’s the scheme! I’ll get the store-keepers to shut up shop that afternoon. Maybe Toppan will declare a public holiday.” Mr. Toppan was the Mayor, and the boys stared in amazement. “Why—why he wouldn’t do that, would he?” gasped Gordon. “Not just for a ball game?” “Sure, he would, if the _Reporter_ got after him hard. Say, you see that Point fellow, whatever his name is, and let me know by day after to-morrow. And don’t put it off too long. Let’s strike while the iron’s hot. Folks want to see baseball now. In another three weeks it’ll be about out of season. Well, that’s all. Glad to have met you fellows.” Mr. Potter shook hands briskly. “We’ll give Clearfield a ball game she won’t forget! Good-night. I’ll see you again in a day or two.” CHAPTER XIX MR. POTTER GETS BUSY When he was gone the two boys looked at each other a moment and then began to laugh. “Rather takes your breath away, doesn’t he?” gasped Gordon. “I should say so! And of all crazy stunts——” “Get out! It’s going to be a heap of fun! I’m for it—strong!” “So I see. But maybe the Pointers won’t care to take part in such a silly affair.” “Why not? Why, we’ll offer them twenty-five per cent. of the gate receipts and they’ll be dead anxious.” “Pshaw! They don’t need any money. What would they do with it?” “Do with it? Why—why, what would anyone do with it? Eat it, of course!” “That’s what I’d like to know. What are _we_ going to do with it, for instance?” “Oh, there’s a lot of things we can do with it, Dick. We might—might give it to charity or—or—oh, lots of things!” “Well, we’re in for it, anyway. I’ll talk to Caspar to-morrow. I guess two weeks from next Saturday would be a good date. The trouble is they’ve got a lot of games arranged and they may not be able to play us.” “You tell them what this Potter chap says and whoop it up, Dick. They can cancel a game if they want to.” True to his word, Mr. Potter started the ball rolling the next morning. The _Reporter_ contained an announcement on the front page under a big head: MAY PLAY OFF TIE CLEARFIELD AND RUTTER’S POINT BALL TEAMS NEGOTIATE FOR THIRD GAME—BITTER RIVALRY EXISTS