"It's after five o'clock." They were all glad to escape from the crowd, especially Dick Lee; and it was not until they were across the street that the tall form of Dr.
Brandegee came slowly down past the ball-players.

He seemed particularly interested in that game.

It was currently reported, indeed, that he had been a first-class athlete in his younger days, and that he took a quiet half-hour in the morning with his dumb-bells now, before doing any thing at all with his Greek and Latin.
The "short-stop" was a well-built, sunburned student of at least twenty; and the doctor noticed how neatly he had been doing his work.
"Wish I could catch an equation as well as I can a ball," said the young fellow, coloring a little, perhaps at the memory of something in mathematics which had "got by him." "You will, I think.

By the way, didn't I see what looked like a disturbance down here among the boys, just now ?" "Disturbance?
Well, yes, I should say there was.

Came near interrupting the game." "Any thing serious ?" "Well, it might have been.