Said
it would be easy work, but I don't fancy tramping through the woods.
Do you want the job?"
"Sure, I'll take it," Bart replied. "It'll be fun. I wonder if he only
wants one boy?"
"I guess he doesn't mind. Said I could bring a friend along if I
wanted to. Here, I'll give you his card, and you can inquire for him
at the hotel," and Jim extended a bit of pasteboard on which was
printed the name:
JACOB HARDMAN.
"I'll go see him," Bart remarked. "Sure you don't want the job, Jim?
Five dollars is a nice bit of money to pick up for just going to the
corduroy road."
"I--got--spring--fever," murmured Jim, and Bart saw that the boy's eyes
were closed as though he had gone to sleep.
"Queer he had energy enough to tell me that much," remarked Bart, as he
moved off. "Just like him, to lie here and wait for a chance ball to
bring me in his direction. Jim certainly is the limit when it comes to
laziness."
That evening Bart went to see Mr. Hardman at the hotel. He found the
stranger pleasant enough, and, as Jim had said, with a wealth of
thick red hair.
"You're the third boy that has been engaged for this work," said Mr.
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