Several automobiles had been provided for the use of the team, and in one of these rode Tom and Miss Tyler, whom he had called for at her home that morning. A number of ladies went along as chaperones for the girls of Haddonfield.
Dr. Churchill and most of the faculty also went to the game.
“Aren’t you coming, Professor Tines?” asked the head of the college as he and the other instructors were about to start.
“No, I don’t care much for baseball. I shall remain here and arrange for another Latin examination for some of the students.”
Sid groaned and his chums laughed, whereat Professor Tines frowned.
“Do you think you’ll win?” asked Miss Tyler as she sat next to Tom.
“I’m sure of it,” he answered promptly.
When the Randall team and its supporters arrived they found a big throng present to greet them. Even their opponents sent out a ringing cheer of welcome. The Fairview nine was out on the diamond practicing.
“Snappy work,” observed Tom critically as the batting and catching was under way.
“Oh, we can do just as good,” asserted Kindlings. “Don’t get nervous now. You’ve got to pitch your head off.”