"Who?" asked Benny.
"Owen Lawrence."
"I—I don't think so," stammered Benny.
"What do you know about it?"
"I—I—that is—I just thought—er—er—that——"
"Oh, of course, nobody said it was Lawrence. But he looks mighty funny every time I mention it."
Benny changed the subject.
"The Hillers look like a likely bunch," he exclaimed. "Who's that funny little man over there with a white beard? Shouldn't think he'd trot out to see a game of ball."
"You couldn't drive him away with one of Nat's megaphones," said Tom. "It's 'Uncle' Steve Kimbole. Reckon he knows who stitched the first ball and who broke the last bat."
The school nine, in their natty uniforms, were given a cordial greeting as they marched toward home plate.