"Did you know that dad has secured a license this year to sell fireworks at his store ?" "Yes," nodded several of the boys.
"Well, yesterday, Dad had a lot of samples come in from the manufacturers.

There were a few of the extra big and noisy torpedoes," Dick explained.

"I got one of them and wrapped this string and leather around it." Then, in low tones, Dick confided to his comrades the use to which he hoped to put the ball.

There were a good many grins as the plot dawned on the young diamond enthusiasts.
"That'll be a warm one, if it works," grinned Reade.
"Say, but I shall be hanging right around to see it happen," declared Darrin.
Originally this Saturday game had been scheduled for two in the afternoon.

However, so many of the schoolboys in town wanted to have Saturday afternoon for other fun that the time had been changed to nine in the forenoon.
"Hadn't we better be starting ?" asked Dick, looking at his watch.
"Yes; I want to be in at the death of Teall," agreed Reade.
All in uniform the Central Grammars started down the street, though this time they did not march.