“Let’s take a look,” suggested the pitcher, and while the grand stand and bleachers were filling up the two strolled along, scanning the hundreds of faces.
“There she is!” cried Tom at length. “Miss Tyler’s with her.”
“And Miss Harrison is up there, too,” added Phil. “And see who’s with her—Miss Harrison, I mean.”
“Who?”
“Langridge.”
“By Jove! you’re right,” agreed Tom. “I guess he came to get a line on us. Well, he’ll get it.”
“Queer place he picked out to see the game from,” went on Phil.
“Why?”
“It’ll be sunny there, after a bit,” replied Phil, for part of the seating accommodations on the Randall grounds were not of the best, and some grand stands were little better than the bleachers in the matter of shade. “He’ll have the sun almost in his face before the game is half over,” continued the first baseman.
“Well, if it suits him, we oughtn’t to kick,” said Tom.