"We will some day," replied Chester. "It's a peach of a stand, isn't it?"
"Yes. How many do you suppose it holds? Five hundred?"
"Five hundred!" exclaimed Chester. "Nearer a thousand, I'll bet!"
"It's all very fine being presented with an athletic field," said Lanny, "but it's going to keep us poor. There's taxes to pay on it, and they're big, too. That's the trouble with having your field right in town like ours is. Then we need a new fence all around and a new stand. We ought to have two stands, one back of the plate for baseball and one beyond first base for football. The committee said the reason they didn't want to pay a coach this Fall was so they could fix the field up, but I haven't seen them doing anything yet. There's Weston coming on. What sort of a team have they got, Chester?"
"I guess it's not much. They look pretty spry, though. Say, that was some punt, wasn't it?"
The stand was beginning to fill and they had to edge along to make room for a party of boys whose conversation, overheard by the visitors, indicated that they were Springdale High School students.
