Professor Ivins had no desire to see the game, but, being a very amiable man, did not like to refuse President Hopkins' request.
"Our presence may help to encourage the boys," said the head of the school. "What a superb day! I have an idea that we shall win this time."
"If there was only some way by which those abominable foul tips could be prevented I should feel safer," murmured Professor Ivins. "Ah! Here is Captain Bunderley."
"Very glad to see you, gentlemen!" exclaimed the skipper. "Magnificent day, isn't it? Almost makes me feel like playing ball myself."
The three men were seated on the bench reserved for them when Mr. Rupert Barry appeared, with a little man trotting at his side.
Captain Bunderley was thereupon introduced to the millionaire and "Uncle" Steve.
"Very glad to meet you, I'm sure," said Mr. Kimbole, rubbing his hands nervously together. "Grand baseball weather, isn't it?"
"Superb!" said Professor Hopkins.
"Magnificent," added the captain.
"Unexceptionable!" chimed in Professor Ivins.