Chapter 27 CHAPTER XXVII

THE SIGNED CONTRACT

"If old Pharaoh could only see us now!" chortled Jim, as the teams lined up for their first game.

"He'd probably throw a fit," grinned Denton.

"Not a bit of it," said Joe. "He'd probably be up in the grandstand, eating peanuts and singing out once in a while to 'kill the umpire.'"

"And he'd do it too," laughed Jim. "