Munroe. At least, I been pitching for them. There's a team down at Carmel that's written me a couple of times lately. Guess they'll make me an offer soon. I got twenty a game from the Lamberts, but I guess this Carmel crowd'll do better."
"Twenty dollars a game?" asked Bob.
"Yeah. 'Tain't much, of course, but it helps. Besides, I like to play ball, and there ain't so much doing up here that dad can't tend to it once a week. Well, here's the old P. Q. Gee-*whillikins, fellers, I remember when this old scow was a regular lady! Say, what you guys meaning to do with her, anyway?"
"That's a long story," evaded Laurie.
"All right. None of my business, eh? Reach under that seat, will you, and pull out that coil of rope."
No one paid any attention as the Pequot Queen's weather-grayed hawsers were cast off and, with Laurie and Bob at the bow, the long idle craft moved slowly from the dock. Until the last moment Laurie had feared that some officious employee of the quarry company would object, and he breathed freely when the boat was
