“But I can’t explain! Don’t desert me now!”
“We’re not going to,” spoke Phil more gently, “only it hurts with a girl like Miss Harrison to have a thing like this come out. She’s done with you.”
“Do you think so?” asked Sid miserably.
“Sure,” agreed Tom, “but don’t worry over that. You’ve got to bat for us to win, as you did to-day,” for he feared Sid would go to pieces, such was the wild look on his face.
[CHAPTER VII]
GETTING BACK AT “PITCHFORK”
The three chums were not very jolly as they began their return to Randall college, whither the baseball team had preceded them some time before. Sid, Phil and Tom had sent their suits back with some of their friends while they attended the little tea given by Ruth Clinton—the tea which had had such an unfortunate ending.
Tom and Phil conversed in low tones about the team and the showing made that day in the first formal game of the season, but as for Sid, he kept to himself in one corner of the electric car, and there was a moody look on his face.