A GLORIOUS VICTORY
There was a mad scramble and Joe was almost pulled to pieces by his
relieved and exulting mates. Then came a torrent of questions which Joe
good-naturedly parried.
“After the game, boys, I’ll tell you all about it,” he said, “but just
now I want to get a little practice in tossing them over.”
“Didn’t I tell you that nothing could stop that boy from getting here?”
crowed Robson, gleefully.
“I thought so myself,” answered McRae, “but when they ’phoned up to me
that he hadn’t come in on that regular morning train, I thought our
goose was cooked.”
In some mysterious way, though McRae had tried to keep it a profound
secret, the news had got abroad that something had occurred that would
keep Matson out of the game, and the crowds that had put their chief
reliance on that mighty arm of his had been restless and fearful. So
when they recognized him the stands rocked and thundered with applause,
and the general relief was not much less than that felt by the Giants
themselves at the return of their crack pitcher.
But it was toward an upper box that Joe’s eyes first turned. There was
a wild flutter of handkerchiefs and clapping of hands. Mabel and Clara
were leaning far out and waving to him. But Mrs. Matson’s face was
hidden by her handkerchief, and Joe saw his father quietly slip his arm
around her. Joe did not dare to look any longer for he suddenly felt a
dimness come over his own eyes, and he hastily turned to the tremendous
task that confronted him.
For that afternoon he was fighting against odds. His head was still
aching from the effects of the blow and the chloroform. The rocking of
the engine had made his legs unsteady. And the only food he had had
since the night before was a sandwich he had sent for while he was
slipping into his uniform.
But it is just such circumstances that bring out the thoroughbred strain
in a man, and as Baseball Joe took his place in the box and looked
around at the enormous crowd and realized the immense responsibility
that rested on him, he rose magnificently to the occasion. Gone was
weariness and pain and weakness. His nerves stiffened to the strain, and
the game he pitched that afternoon was destined to become a classic in
baseball history.
The first ball he whipped over the plate went for a strike. A second
and a third followed. And from that time on Joe knew that he held the
Bostons in the hollow of his hand.
There are times when to feel invincible is to be invincible. Joe was
in that mood. He was a glorious figure of athletic young manhood as
he stood there with forty thousand pairs of eyes riveted upon him. He
had discarded his cap because the band hurt his head where he had been
struck, and his brown hair gleamed in the bright sun as he hurled the
ball with deadly precision toward the batter. Like a piston rod his arm
shot out untiringly and the ball whistled as it cut the plate.
“Gee whiz, see that ball come over!” muttered McRae.
“He’ll wear himself out,” said Robson, anxiously. “It isn’t in flesh and
blood to keep up that gait for nine innings.”
Fraser was in the box for the Bostons, and he, too, was pitching
first-class ball. But the Giants by the end of the fourth inning were
beginning to solve his delivery. The hits were getting a sharper ring
to them and going out more on a line. But superb fielding helped the
Bostonian out of several tight places and he “got by” until the fifth.
Then the Giants broke the ice. Larry sent a corking single out to
center. Denton whaled out a tremendous hit that had all the earmarks of
a home run. But Walters, by a wonderful sprint, got under it and Larry,
who had rounded second, had all he could do to get back to first before
the throw in.
“Highway robbery,” growled Denton, as he went disconsolately back to the
bench.
Willis went out on strikes, but Becker poled out a crashing three-bagger
that brought Larry over the rubber for the first run of the game and
sent the stands into hysterics.
Becker was caught napping a moment later and the inning ended. The New
Yorkers were hilarious while the Boston rooters were correspondingly
depressed.
“You’re getting to him, boys!” yelled McRae. “We’ll drive him to the
tall timber before long.”
But Fraser had views of his own on that subject and refused to be
driven. He had no ambition to be slaughtered to make a New York holiday.
Still, though he uncorked a dazzling assortment of shoots and slants,
the Giants scored another run in the sixth though it took two singles,
two passes and a wild pitch before it was finally recorded.
Iredell beat out a slow roller to Hobbs and took second on a single by
Curry to right field. Both of them were advanced a base on a wild pitch
that just touched the tips of Thompson’s fingers as he leaped for it,
and rolled all the way to the Bostons’ dugout before it was regained.
Joe was purposely passed, Fraser thinking that with the bases full a
double play might pull him out of danger.
Mylert hit to Hobbs, forcing Iredell at the plate, although he made a
great slide. Another pass given to Burkett forced Curry home for the
second run of the game, leaving the bases still full. Larry was at the
bat and there was a great chance to “clean up,” as he was frantically
urged to do by the excited spectators. But the best he could do was to
tap weakly to Fraser who fired it back to the plate making a force out.
Thompson, in turn, shot it to Hobbs in plenty of time to get the runner,
making a sharp and snappy double play.
“We ought to have made more out of that than we did,” growled McRae.
“That’s what I call bush league work. To have the bases full twice and
as the result of it all one little measly run!”
“Never mind, John,” chuckled Robson. “It’s one more to the good, anyway,
and even if it is measly I’ll bet that Boston would be mighty glad to
have one like it.”
In the seventh inning, Walters, the first man up, sent up a high foul
that Burkett and Mylert started for at once. Larry, who was field
captain, shouted to Burkett to take the ball. But Mylert either did not
hear or trusted to his own judgment and collided forcibly with the first
baseman, both going to the ground with a crash, while the ball dropped
between them.
The other players rushed to the spot and lifted the players to their
feet. Luckily, they were not unconscious although badly shaken, but it
was fully five minutes before the game was resumed.
Walters’ second effort was a sharp grounder straight at Denton, which
the latter shot to first in plenty of time. But the ball went high and
rolled almost to the right field wall. By the time it was retrieved,
Walters had got around to third amid the frantic acclamations of the
Boston rooters who thought they saw at last a chance to score.
With a man on third, no man out and some of the heaviest sluggers coming
up, it looked as though the Red Sox would break their string of zeros.
A long fly to the outfield, even though caught, would in all probability
bring in Walters from third.
But Joe tightened up and struck out the next man up in three pitched
balls. He made Hobbs chop a bounder to the box on which Walters did not
dare to try for the plate. Then with two out he beguiled Girdner into
sending up a towering foul which Mylert caught almost without stirring
from his position. Poor Walters, left at third, hurled his cap to the
ground in a movement of despair, and the gloom about the Boston section
of the stands could be fairly felt.
The Bostons now were growing desperate. They bunted. They tried to wait
Joe out. They sought to rattle him by finding fault with his position in
the box. They put in pinch hitters. They pulled all the “inside stuff”
they knew.
But Joe obstinately refused to “crack.” He “had everything” on the ball.
His change of pace was perfect. His curves worked beautifully. His drop
ball broke sharply, inches below their bats.
“All over but the shouting,” chuckled McRae, as the Red Sox came in for
their last inning.
But two minutes later he was pale as chalk while the Boston partisans
were in delirium.
Girdner sent an easy grasser to Larry, who booted it, and the batter
reached first. Stock followed with a bunt that Denton slipped down on
as he ran in for it. These mishaps must have got on Burkett’s nerves,
for he squarely muffed Thompson’s pop fly that any “busher” could have
caught.
There were three men on bases, though none had made a hit. No man was
out, and Cooper, the slugger of the Boston team, was coming to the plate.
A hit of any kind would bring in two men and tie the game. A two-bagger
would clear the bases and put Boston in the lead. The Red Sox rooters
were on their feet and screaming like mad.
Joe shot over a ball at which Cooper refused to “bite.” The next one,
however, suited him better, and he sent it hurtling toward the box like
a bullet.
Joe saw it coming two feet over his head. Like a flash he leaped up and
caught it in his ungloved hand. He turned and shot it over to Denton at
third. Denton touched the bag putting out Girdner who had turned to go
back and then got the ball down to Larry before Stock could get back to
second.
It was a triple play! The game was over, the Series was won and the
Giants had become the champions of the world!
For a moment the crowd was fairly stunned. Then wild howls and yells
arose and an uproar ensued that was deafening. Staid citizens forgot
their dignity and danced up and down like madmen, utter strangers hugged
each other, straw hats were tossed into the air or smashed on their
owners’ heads. Then the crowd hurdled over the stands and swooped down
on the players who were making tracks as fast as they could for the
clubhouse to escape the deluge.
“A no-hit game! A triple play!” gasped McRae, as he almost wrenched
Joe’s arm from its socket. “Joe, you’re a wonder. And now for that tour
around the world. You’ve got to go with me, Joe. I won’t take No for an
answer. You’ll be our greatest drawing card.”
How Joe accepted the invitation and the startling events that followed
will be told in the next volume of the series, to be entitled: “Baseball
Joe Around the World; Or, Pitching on a Grand Tour.”
It was a long time before Joe could tear himself away from his hilarious
team-mates and reach his party at the Marlborough. How his mother cried
over him in her joy and pride, how Mr. Matson wrung his hand and patted
his shoulder hardly trusting himself to speak, how Clara hugged and
kissed him, how Mabel would have liked to do the same but did not dare
to, how Jim and Reggie mauled and pounded him--all this can be easily
guessed. They were happy beyond all words.
But there was an impalpable something in the air that gradually thinned
out the party. Mrs. Matson motioned her husband to come with her. Jim
and Clara, only too glad of the excuse, slipped away, casting a roguish
glance behind them, and even the obtuse Reggie remembered a letter he
had to write and vanished.
Joe and Mabel, left alone, looked at each other, but Mabel’s eyes fell
instantly before what they read in Joe’s. Her cheeks flushed, her breath
came faster and she began to tremble.
“Mabel,” Joe began, a trifle huskily.
“Yes, Joe,” she faltered.
He took her little glove from his pocket and bent toward her tenderly.
“This little glove of yours has done wonders for me,” he said. “It has
helped me to win two championships. But these victories are nothing to
me unless I win you, too. Will you be my wife, Mabel--will you? You know
I love you.”
He read his answer in the beautiful eyes full of love and trust that she
turned up to his. The next instant she was in his arms.
Decidedly, it was Joe’s winning day.
And that good right arm of his had made it a winning day also for hosts
of others. The whole National League was aflame with exultation. The
city of New York was wild with joy. And every member of the Giant team
was tasting the delights of victory to the full.
They had all played their parts well and ably. But they knew perfectly
well that more credit belonged to Joe than to any one else and they were
loud in their praises of his skill and courage.
“I’ve seen some dandy pitching in my life,” Robson declared to the group
of Giant players who had gathered round for an impromptu jollification,
“but that performance of Matson’s this afternoon was far and away the
best of all. He was as cool as a cucumber and it was impossible to
rattle him. He couldn’t have done better. He’s the greatest pitcher in
the League to-day, barring none!”
“Right you are!” exclaimed McRae, clapping him on the shoulder. “I tell
you, Robbie, it was a great day for New York when I signed Baseball Joe
for the Giant team!”
THE END
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Transcriber’s Notes:
--Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_); text in
bold by “equal” signs (=bold=).
--Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected,
except as noted below.
--Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.
--Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.
--Inconsistencies in formatting and punctuation of individual
advertisements have been retained.
--Variations in the name of the evil-faced man, Moriarity and Moriarty,
have been retained.
--Page numbers in the Table of Contents for Chapters XXIX and XXX have
been changed to reflect the actual beginning page number in the text.