“But there’s a good deal in it, isn’t there?” asked Sam. “Inside baseball, I mean.”
“Oh, yes, I guess so. Only I never could figure it. What time do you play to-morrow?”
“Three o’clock, sir.”
“I’ll be there.” He opened a desk drawer and dropped the package he had brought from the store into it. “Those can wait,” he said. “I like golf, but I guess I’d rather see a good ball game, after all.”
“I don’t know how good to-morrow’s game will be, Mr. Hall,” said Sam doubtfully. “Most of the fellows are pretty young and we make lots of mistakes.”
“Well, what’s the odds, eh? It’s fun, isn’t it? Hold on, don’t run away, Craig.”
“I guess I’ll be going, sir, thanks. I’ve got some things to do at home. I’ve been away so long things have sort of got behind there.”
“Well, you know where to find me. And, look here, do you ever play golf?”
“No, sir, I’ve never tried it.”
“You’re not too old,” replied the other, with a smile. “Some day you and I’ll go out to the Country Club and have a whack at it. You’ll like it, and I’ve got plenty of clubs. Want to?”