the fifth inning and the score was a tie. Pittsburgh was coming up for their half of the sixth, with the heavy hitters at the head of the batting order out to break up the ball game right then and there. It was too much for Speedy. If Speedy went back for more stuff to sell, as he knew he ought to do, he would miss one of the crucial points in the game. Besides, another meeting with the harassed man with the derby might result in the discovery that the unknown (to Speedy) Mr. Todd had not sent him there at all. Speedy slipped into an empty seat high up in the Stadium and, resting his tray on his knees, concentrated on watching the game. From this vantage point he saw two innings played, the score remaining a deadlock. Several boys with trays passed him, glared and made remarks. Speedy paid no attention to them.
But now he saw a pair of ominous looking blue coats approaching up the aisle from the direction of the field, and his eyes immediately shifted from Gehrig at the bat to this nearing danger. Yes, they had black puttees. They were certainly the same two policemen who had been chasing him earlier! They were now coming toward him, darting sharp glances right and left into the crowd, evidently still looking for him. When they were five or six rows away, Speedy could stand the suspense and impending discovery no longer. He sprang up and, still burdened with his tray, started running down the space in back of the last row of seats.
Almost immediately the two cops spotted the fleeing figure and ran after him. Speedy scurried
