[CHAPTER IX]
THE FIRST LEAGUE GAME
“All aboard!”
“Good-bye, everybody!”
“See you next Spring!”
“Good-bye!”
These were some of the calls heard at the Montville station as the Pittston ball team left their training grounds for the trip to their home city, where the league season would start. Joe had been South about three weeks, and had made a few friends there. These waved a farewell to him, as others did to other players, as the train pulled out.
Joe was not sure, but he thought he saw, amid the throng, the face of a certain girl. At any rate a white handkerchief was waved directly at him.
“Ah, ha! Something doing!” joked Charlie Hall, with whom Joe had struck up quite a friendship. “Who’s the fair one, Joe?”
“I didn’t see her face,” was the evasive answer.