"Well," replied the professor. "I don't mind repeating that I must be a good base-ball player, because it is a mild edition of what we call 'Rounders,' a game which small boys play and which cannot be spoken of in the same breath with cricket."
"But base-ball is a dangerous game to play."
"Oh! pshaw!"
"People often get arms and legs broken."
"Nonsense. You should see our swift round hand bowling. That would open your eyes a little."
As the professor spoke a young man approached; he was tall, well formed and handsome.
"Ah!" said Mr. Merrifield. "You are the very man I was looking for. Professor Mole, allow me to introduce my friend, Mr. Morris Hart."
They bowed and shook hands.
"Glad to know you, sir," said Morris.
"I am proud and happy to reciprocate that sentiment, my young friend," replied Mr. Mole.