Mr. Talbot and Mr. Hall, left with the substitutes, settled down to watch the game. Mr. Hall sighed comfortably. “This is what I like,” he said.
Mr. Talbot looked a question.
“Sitting on a bench,” explained the other, “with nothing to do but watch a couple of teams play ball. It beats working all hollow!”
Mr. Talbot laughed. “That’s so, but for my part I’d rather be out there playing, Hall.”
“Y-yes, so would I, except that I’m too rusty now to try it. Golf’s about the only game left to us older chaps.”
“You don’t look so superannuated. Dare say you could puzzle them a bit yet if you tried. One down,” he added as the first Lynton batsman trailed his bat away from the plate.
“Wonder if I could,” mused Mr. Hall. “I’d rather like to try, I guess. You went to college in the East, didn’t you, Talbot?”
“Yes, Pennsylvania. And you?”
“Warner. We never met you chaps.”