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.