“Harry was right then?” she exclaimed. “He said they wouldn’t”——
“When did he say that?”
“Oh, some time before the game. You know I told you he had invited a girl to see him play, and he said he had to play because she was coming.”
“Did he say how he would keep me from playing?” Larry’s tone was strained, as he strove to control his rising anger.
“No—yes—I didn’t understand, but he said something about some rule, only he was afraid Mr. Lawrence would come down and deny what he said.”
“Did you happen to tell him that Mr. Lawrence was going away?” he inquired, striving to make the question sound innocent.
“Why, yes—I believe I did tell him. Yes—I remember now. He said that was good, and that the old crank could not make any more trouble.”
Larry flushed at hearing Major Lawrence called an old crank, but concealed his indignation. He had not as yet secured all the information he wanted.
“By the way,” he remarked presently, “is Harry still friendly with Wallace, the Golden pitcher?”
“Oh, yes, they are great friends. I thought it was mean of Mr. Wallace not to let Harry hit the ball, didn’t you? I was so excited. Harry was mad at Mr. Wallace after the game, and he growled at all of us during dinner. He was mad at Mr. Haxton, too.”