“Where—where’s the ball nine?” he asked one of the janitors.
“The ball nine?”
“Yes.”
Sid thought the man would never answer.
“Oh, the ball nine has gone over an hour,” was the reply. “They went to Boxer Hall in a big automobile—a rubberneck they calls ’em.”
“Gone! Over an hour!” gasped Sid. “Can I get there in time—in time to play? I must! I will! It’s my last chance! Oh, I must get there!” and he started on a run for the trolley line that led to Boxer Hall.