holding down the visitors. It looked as if they were going to do it, too, for Langridge struck out the first two men. But he gave the next one a pass to first and was batted for a two-bagger by the following player, the inning ending with one run for Boxer. The Randall College boys and their girl supporters began to look anxious and so did some of the "old grads." On the other side there was laughter, cheers and jollity, while some of the aged former students of Boxer began to chant old-time college songs.
"Oh, I do hope our fellows win," exclaimed Miss Tyler, and there was an anxious look on her pretty face, while she tapped her flag of colors impatiently against her little foot.
"Have you a bet on the game ?" asked Tom. "A box of candy or some gloves?"
"No, but I want to see Randall win. Besides, Fred—I mean Mr. Langridge—he told me he was going to work hard for success, and I never like to see any one disappointed—do you?"
"No," said Tom rather shortly. He really did not care to hear his rival's praises sung by this fair damsel.
"Do you know," she went on, "I've been thinking of what you started to tell me about him the other day. Is it really true?"
"Well," began Tom slowly, "if you will excuse the privilege of a friend who has known you for
