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"There goes the umpire," said King. "They are going to start the game."
"Excuse me," said Cope hastily. "I think I'll git over by our bench, where I can watch Locke work. That's him—that tall, slim chap goin' inter the box now. Jest keep your eye on him. So long."
He hurried away as the umpire called "play" and Bancroft's first batter rose and trotted out from the bench.
