“Then I’ll look for you to-night?” asked Smalling, his eyes ranging up and down the clean built figure of the lad approvingly, and with a light kindling in his eyes.
“Unless they do me up so well this afternoon that I can’t walk, I’ll be there,” replied the other, smilingly.
“Goodby, Ralph,” said the little girl, holding out her well hand. “I won’t forget how nice you was. And I’m going to do up these for you, too,” pointing to the several handkerchiefs Ralph had used to bind up her hand, and make a sling.
“All right. That’ll be fine. Goodby, both of you, until to-night!”
He turned away with a sigh. It seemed almost too good to be true that he was going to hear great news so very soon. Ralph could hardly believe that he was not dreaming.
And then as he entered through the gate vehicles used, he saw the athletic field and the tremendous throng that packed it.
CHAPTER XV
“PLAY BALL!”
“Who’s the umpire, Lef?” demanded Bill Klemm.
“Name’s Willoughby. Used to be a pitcher for Princeton away back, they say.”
“What they got him in for? Where’s Grigson, the regular umpire?” continued Bill, as though his comrade might be an information bureau.