“You two have met, then!”
“Oh, yes, indeed—violently,” replied the man. “Still, if you can introduce us properly——”
“Why, I thought——” began Tom. Then he laughed. “Mr. Hall,” he said, “this is my friend Sam Craig. Sam is selling directories, and I think he was looking for you.”
“He found me,” replied the other quizzically as he shook hands. “I’ve been trying to place you, Mr. Craig, ever since we bumped. I remember now that I saw you catch a game against Petersburg last spring. You’re still playing ball, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir; that is, I—sometimes.”
“I really feel honoured in possessing the acquaintance of two such talented players. I want to see you chaps in action again sometime.”
“Better come to the game to-morrow, Mr. Hall,” said Tom. “We’re going to play Lynton at the school field at three.”
“To-morrow? Why, I’m afraid—The fact is, I’m playing golf to-morrow afternoon. Sorry. Wish I might see the game. Now, what about these directories, Mr. Craig? I don’t believe I want to invest, but if you care to tell me what it is you’re handling——”