Bob Gowan and Mike Grafter were sitting together. Wallace Grafter joined them as the Merries trotted onto the field.
The Tammany man surveyed the youngsters in blue in a doubtful manner.
“Is this the team you told me to bet on, son?” he asked.
“Sure, dad,” nodded Wallace.
“Rather immature, some of ’em. Look like boys.”
“They are all men in years, although they do look rather boyish,” said Wallace.
“Hum!” grunted Mr. Grafter doubtfully.
Gowan grinned.
“I’ve got ye!” he wheezed. “Your money is mine! The kids won’t be in the game for a minute.”