“Would it?” and she laughed lightly.
“It surely would,” and he bent closer toward her.
“Well, then, you may—but only on occasions of defeat.”
“Then I’m going to lose every game,” he added promptly as he turned at her side and walked down the steps.
Tom Parsons, strolling alone over the now vacant diamond, saw them together, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.
[CHAPTER XIV]
TOM’S CURVES
There was lively practice of the Randall nine the following week, and Coach Lighton said some things that hurt, but they were needed. Nor was Langridge spared, though he affected not to mind the sharp admonition that he must pitch more consistently.