Then there was a pause.

Whipple no longer studied his own play; his eyes were on that other sphere that nestled there so innocently against the grass.

Joel leaned breathlessly forward.

Professor Beck muttered under his breath, and then cried "S--sh!" to himself in an angry whisper.

And then West's club swung back gently, easily, paused an instant--and-- Forward sped the ball--on and on--slower--slower--but straight as an arrow--and then--Presto! it was gone from sight! A moment of silence followed ere the applause broke out, and in that moment Professor Beck announced: "The odd to Whipple.