The latecomer put a well-gloved hand in a pocket, drew forth a pigskin purse and selected the required amount. Then he passed around a corner of a grandstand and found himself confronted on one side by sloping tiers of seats crowded with onlookers and on the other by an expanse of yellowing turf over which a number of persons were hurrying about in an apparently purposeless way. A second ribbon-badged youth arose from the steps of the stand and said: “You’ll find a seat further along, sir; about three sections down.” “Thank you, sir, but I am looking for――for Mr. Ordway.” “Ordway?” The youth shrugged. “I can’t tell you where he’s sitting. He was to have played, but something happened. I’m afraid you can’t stand here, sir. You’re obstructing the view of people in the lower seats.” Already requests to “Move on, please!” were being made, and the man, still searching the crowd as he went, proceeded in the direction indicated. But finding anyone in that throng was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and he began to realize the futility of his task. Half-way along he stopped very suddenly and clutched at his very respectable derby hat. Someone had almost knocked it from his head with a waving flag, while a most barbaric and disconcerting shouting caused him to gaze about, startled. He could, however, see nothing to account for such an outburst, and, prompted by cries of “Down front!” and “Keep moving, please!” he went on and was finally taken pity on by a third ribbon-adorned usher and conducted up a number of steps and placed precariously on the last eight inches of a narrow seat. He looked about him carefully. There seemed to be hundreds of persons there, old, middle-aged and young, and many were waving flags of vivid scarlet bearing white G’s, and all, or so it seemed to him, were shouting. Beside him was a boy of possibly sixteen years, a rather nice-appearing youth, but one who continually jumped half out of his seat or prodded the man’s ribs with a sharp elbow. The newcomer made a careful and systematic survey of as much of the audience as was within his range of vision, but without finding Mr. Ordway, after which he philosophically settled down, if such a thing is possible when your neighbors’ knees and elbows are continually being poked into you, and did his best to understand what was going on.