But a policeman waved them back.
"None but players and officials allowed in there," declared the officer.
"We want to find out whether Prescott is going to pitch," urged the spokesman.
"I heard something about that," admitted the policeman.
"What was it?
Quick!" "Let me see.

Oh! Prescott wants to pitch; the coach is half willing, but the doctor ain't certain." This was the best they could do, so the committee returned to their seats.

But nothing was settled.
At three-twenty, just as the band ceased playing, the compact bunch of Gardiner fans sent up the yell: "Here they come! Our fellows! The only ones!" Using their privilege as visiting team, the Gardiner players were now filing on to the field for a little warming-up practice.
"Throw him down, McCluskey!" tooted the band, derisively.

But the cheers from the wild Gardiner fans nearly drowned out the instrumental racket.

Quickly the visitors had a practice ball in motion.