“Wonder where Sid went?” asked Tom.
“Give it up,” replied Phil. “Langridge lit out, too; the cad! What a chump he must be to think he could get away with a game like that!”
“Yes, it was almost as good to have Sid discover him trying it, as if our old chum had held down the second bag,” declared the captain. “A flash at the right moment would have confused Pete, and might have cost us the game.”
“That’s right. Come on, hurry up, or the girls will get tired of waiting.”
The two went out, in time to see Langridge approaching the three young ladies. The Boxer Hall pitcher was striding over the grass toward Miss Harrison, who stood a little apart from her two friends.
“I’m awfully sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Mabel,” began Langridge. “The truth was, I had an important engagement, that I came near forgetting.”
“You haven’t kept me waiting,” was the cool answer.
“No? Well, I’m glad of it. Now, if you’re ready we’ll trot along. I met a friend of mine, Mr. Bascome, of Randall, and he will take us back to Fairview in his auto.”
“Thank you, I don’t care to go,” replied Miss Harrison.
“What? Don’t you like rides in the gasolene gig?” asked Langridge, with a forced laugh.