Blushing red His Highness approached the noisy group.
"Did you ever play baseball, kid?" inquired the captain of the Harvard team.
"I believe so—once or twice," answered Walter soberly.
"Want to come in with us as shortstop?"
"Sure!"
"I've a glove that will fit him," put in a man called Richardson.
With scant ceremony His Highness was hustled into it and before he sensed what he was doing he was yelling with the rest, and head over ears in as exciting a game of ball as he had ever participated in.
There were excellent players on both teams and the scoring ran so even that it was a toss-up who would win. From jest the game dropped into deadly earnestness.
"It's your turn at the bat, Stubby," asserted Richardson to Walter unceremoniously. "Now remember who you're playing for. Don't hand Yale the game if you can help it."
"I'll do my best," was the modest reply as the lad gripped the bat, then rubbed his hands in the dirt to make his hold more certain.