“Speak of trolley cars, and you’ll hear the gong,” put in Sid suddenly. “I believe your two affinities are now approaching.”
“By Jove, he’s right!” exclaimed Phil, looking across the green campus. “There’s Ruth, and Madge Tyler is with her. I didn’t know Ruth was coming over from Fairview.”
“And they’ve got a friend with them—there are three girls,” said Tom quickly. “Sid, you’re right in it. There’s one for you.”
“Not on your life!” cried the tall and good-looking second baseman. “I’ve got an important engagement,” and he would have fled had not Tom and Phil seized and held him, despite his struggles, until Miss Ruth Clinton, Miss Madge Tyler and the third young lady approached. Whereat, seeing that his struggle to escape was futile, as well as undignified, Sid gave it up.
“Hello, Ruth!” cried Phil good-naturedly to his sister, but his eyes sought those of Madge Tyler. “How’d you get here?”
“Trolley,” was the demure answer. “I’m going to the Phi Beta theatrical with Mr. Parsons to-night, and I thought I’d save him the trouble of coming for me. Madge and I are staying in Haddonfield with friends of Miss Harrison.”
“Good!” cried Tom, as he moved closer to Phil’s pretty sister, while, somehow, Phil and Madge seemed to drift together.
“Oh, I almost forgot, you don’t know Mabel, do you, boys?” asked Madge, with a merry laugh. “Miss Mabel Harrison. Mabel, allow me to present to you Tom Parsons, champion pitcher of the Randall ’varsity nine; Phil Clinton, who made such a good showing on the gridiron last year, he’s Ruth’s brother, you know, and——” she paused as she turned to Sid Henderson, who was moving about uncomfortably.
“Sid Henderson, the only and original misogynist of Randall college,” finished Tom, with a mischievous laugh. “He is the only one in captivity, but will eat from your hand.”