“I can’t imagine what could have happened to him. He’s nowhere to be found and nobody seems to have seen him or heard from him.”
“I’m sorry to hear it. Is there anything I can do?”
Paul shook his head. “Guess not. You can sit on our bench though, and watch the game.”
“That’s swell. Thanks a lot.”
Just then the umpire came up, followed by Ted Slavin. “Ready?” asked the umpire.
Paul nodded. “Yes.”
“For up,” announced the umpire as he tossed a coin. The Slavin team was to go to bat first. “Who’s your pitcher?” the umpire asked.
“Ken Armstrong.”
Ted raised his eyebrows in astonishment. “Where’s Wallace?” he asked.
“He’ll be here in a short while. We’re saving him.”