“Why—wha—what?” Jimmie was fairly bowled over by this sudden bombshell.
“You have a camera with a telescopic lens,” suggested his father.
“Yes, oh, yes. It’s Scottie’s.”
“And it works?”
“Swell.”
“Then I’ll take you along to get some shots of Durant pitching. We’ll have to get them. This game is one of the big society events of the season. They——”
“Say, that’s great!” Jimmie exploded. “It—why it——”
“Never mind the fireworks,” his father checked this burst of enthusiasm. “The umpires have been crowding the photographers back off the side lines. Their shots of pitchers in action have not been so hot. With that telescope lens of yours you may do credit to your candid camera crowd.”
“What a break!” Jimmie murmured. “Boy, oh, boy! What a break!”
At the appointed hour Jimmie found himself seated beside his father in the grand-stand. They were in the midst of a large and enthusiastic crowd, for Jimmie’s father purposely had asked for seats outside the press box. The reserved seats were packed with the city’s richest society people. J. Ogden Durant, popular young society bachelor, was about to make his bid for stardom.