“Oh, we’ll win!” cried Holly Cross. “Look who’s going to pitch for us.”
“I don’t know about that,” replied Tom with a laugh, but he was silenced with cheers.
“Well, I want you to win that game,” concluded the coach as he walked off the diamond and the team got ready to go back to Randall.
[CHAPTER XXXI]
LANGRIDGE APPEALS
While the stage coach in which the players had come from Randall was being gotten ready to take the victorious nine back Tom strolled across the diamond toward the grandstand. He wanted to be alone for a moment and think, for he had many ideas in his mind, and they were not all connected with his recent work in the pitcher’s box. A certain bright-eyed girl figured largely in them.
“I thought she’d given him up,” he said to himself. “Well, of course, it’s none of my affair, but——”
There generally was a “but,” Tom felt. The crowd was nearly gone and he was about to turn back and join his chums.