Several boxes, opened,
lay upon the floor.
"Now, young men," called Mr. Brown jovially, "let us see how quickly
you can take your baseball uniforms and get into them."
"But what-----" began Dick, then paused in absolute bewilderment.
"It's all right," Mr. Brown cheerily assured the dazed boys.
"The uniforms are all paid for---won't cost you a cent."
"But you---you told us," protested Captain Dick Prescott, "that
you were collecting measurements of members of schoolboys' baseball
clubs."
"Well, that's the truth," protested Brown, with a mock air of
injured innocence. "I'm a traveling salesman for the Haynes Sporting
Goods Company, one of the biggest baseball outfitting companies
in this part of the country. It's my business to travel and take
orders."
"But we didn't give you any orders," gasped Dave.
"Some one did," laughed Mr. Brown.
"Who did?" blurted Tom Reade.
"Did you, Mr. Jones?" cried Dick.
"Not I," laughed the principal. "But I'll tell you, boys, who
did. Prescott, you remember Mr. Winthrop, who is acting for Colonel
Garwood in trying to find the latter's son? Amos Garwood hasn't
yet been found, but Mr. Winthrop is satisfied that they are close
at his heels, and that they will soon find him. Colonel Garwood
is a very wealthy old man, and very fond of his missing son.
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