- like and a gaze even steadier and unflinching, and
presently, struggle against it though he did, his lids drooped.
"You shall regret those words," he declared, without altering his tone a particle. "Your baseball career in the Northern League will be short; at Princeton it is ended."
He went out, leaving behind him the paper he had brought.
When he was alone, Lefty took a long breath.
"You are right," he muttered; "at Princeton, it is ended." And he laughed queerly.
Hutchinson left the hotel to get the air, which he seemed to need. A man who had never known what it meant to feel deep and lasting affection for any human being, he could hate with an intensity as deep and dark as the Plutonic pit. Seeking a private booth at the central telephone station, he called up Mike Riley, with whom he made an appointment to "talk over business," guarding his words, lest the girl at the switchboard, listening, should hear something her tongue could not refrain from tattling. This done, Hutch walked a while, and felt better.
He was, of course, not the only one who had read the disturbing piece in the Bancroft News; already numerous people in Kingsbridge were dis-
