THE CREIGHTONS.
Meelick, ss
Creighton, 2b
Kenby, 1b
Pratt, c
Duncan, p
Jones, rf
Day, 3b
Lorrens, lf
Smeed, cf
CLEVERDALE.
King, lf
Cotton, 2b
Gregg, c
Biddle, rf
Corker, 3b
Strange, ss
Burton, cf
Windle, 1b
Johnson, p
Umpire: Mr. Creighton
When the teams lined up for the fray in the big Creighton pasture the
next day, that is the way the line-up looked. Bert's father, who was a
baseball enthusiast, and noted for his squareness in all things, was
chosen umpire by the mutual consent of both sides, after a short
conference between Bert and Waldy Biddle, the captain of the Cleverdale
team.
Jones, Day, Lorrens and Smeed, who filled out the Creighton team, were
players of no mean merit, but a little light on batting, so Bert put
them at the lower end of the batting list, preferring to bring as much
of the old Winton talent into play at the start as possible.
Both teams showed up well in the preliminary practice, and the
spectators from Cleverdale and the surrounding farming country settled
down with an expectant hush, as Mr. Creighton cried:
"Play ball!"
Bert had won the toss for innings, and took the field, sending Chot into
the box, himself going to second, from which point of vantage he could
watch each move of the game.
King, the Cleverdale left fielder, was the first to face Chot, and he
appeared to be confident, for he smiled in a way that made Chot resolve
to teach him a few things about pitched balls.
Chot sent over a wide out, which started straight toward King, then
curved over the plate. The batter let it pass and Mr. Creighton called a
strike.
This made King smile all the harder. But when Chot sent over a hard,
straight ball, fairly sizzling with speed, and he struck at it and
missed, he did not appear so confident.
Chot smiled as he noted the look of amazement on King's face, and with a
quick movement he sent over one of his best drops. King then showed his
inexperience with such balls by striking fully a foot over it. He
retired, rather crestfallen, giving place to Cotton.
Cotton appeared fully as confident as the boy who had preceded him, and
after twice fouling the ball, he knocked a little pop-up which Day
gathered in off third without trouble.
Gregg tried to bunt, but missed and a strike was called. He then tried
to hit it out, and in this, also, he was unsuccessful, for Chot sent
over some of his balls, and the Cleverdale player had struck out before
he realized it.
The farming contingent, which was rooting for the Creightons, cheered as
Bert's team came in from the field.
"Even in the rural districts the great national game has a strong hold,"
said Tom.
"Yes; it seems that the entire country goes out of its way to do homage
to baseball and those who play it," said Chot.
Pod felt natural in being the first to bat, for he had led the Winton
batting list during the entire series of games with Winton's closest
rival, Jackson College. The series had been won by Winton, three games
out of five, and Pod, as well as the Comrades had contributed not a
little toward the victories.
Pod pleased Bert, as well as the other boys by knocking a single between
first and second. The ball was recovered by Captain Biddle, and Johnson
turned to find Bert facing him at the plate.
Not to be outdone by Pod, Bert sent a hot one down the third base line,
taking two bases and advancing Pod to third. The little fellow was about
to try for the plate, when Chot stopped him at the third cushion.
"Don't be greedy," Chot said. "We'll try and get you home somehow."
Pod grinned.
"This suits me," he said.
Fleet was at bat, and after letting two go by, he sent a long fly into
center field, which Burton caught after a long run. Immediately Pod
dashed for the plate, and though the fielder made a good throw to
Cotton, who, in turn, sent the ball to Gregg, he was safe by a good
margin.
Tom went out on a grounder to Corker, who threw to first. Then Chot
pounded out a double into right, Bert scoring the second run for his
team.
Then Jones struck out, retiring the side.
The Cleverdale boys tried hard to score in the first of the second, but
Biddle went out on a grounder to Pod, Corker struck out, and Strange
flied out to Lorrens.
The Creightons did not fare much better in the last half of the inning.
Day reached first on balls, but was thrown out trying to pilfer second.
Lorrens knocked a pretty single into left, but Smeed flied out to
Burton, and Pod ended the inning by sending a hot liner straight into
the hands of Windle.
Burton led off for Cleverdale in the first of the third, and succeeded
in working Chot for a base on balls. Windle, who followed, put him on
second with a single to center.
Johnson struck out, proving very weak at the bat, as the majority of
pitchers do.
King bunted down the third base line, filling the bases, and a hum of
excitement ran through the ranks of the Cleverdale rooters. Three men on
bases and only one out! It looked good for their team.
But they had never seen Chot Duncan work himself out of a tight place,
so they were treated to a little exhibition of real baseball that made
them open their eyes in wonder, and which made Bert Creighton, from his
position on second, chuckle with delight. Bert was furnishing a real
baseball game for his friends on Lake George, and he wanted them to have
occasion to remember the boys from Winton Hall.
Chot eyed Cotton calmly, then signals not noticeable to anyone passed
between he and Tom. It was the same old battery of Duncan and Pratt
using their brains when the occasion demanded sensational work, and they
had never yet failed to pull off a play planned in this manner.
Chot raised his arm in a leisurely way, and to all appearances the ball
was to be an easy one; but when it flashed over the plate it went with
the speed of the wind, and Cotton let it pass because he had no time to
strike at it. The umpire called a strike.
Tom took his time about returning the ball to the diamond, and when he
raised his arm to throw he snapped it down to Fleet with such speed that
Fleet caught King several feet off the bag and put the ball on him in a
hurry. This was an old trick worked on many occasions by the Comrades,
and especially with teams which were not familiar with their mode of
playing.
Two men were out, King walking back among the other Cleverdale players
with an expression of disgust on his face.
The Cleverdale coachers were yelling loudly now trying to rattle Chot,
and Burton was told to take a big lead toward home. Two were out and he
must run on anything. It never occurred to the Cleverdale boys that the
Comrades would try the same trick two times in succession, but on the
next ball thrown Tom sent it like a shot to Day, at third and the latter
made a pretty catch and put Burton out before the Cleverdale man
realized what had happened.
The Creighton rooters fairly made the welkin ring with their cheers as
Bert's team came in for their turn at bat.
Then the Creightons got busy. Bert, himself, led off for his team, and
the last of the third will probably be long remembered by the players of
the Cleverdale team. Bert smashed out a corking single to right.
Fleet, who followed, hit the ball a resounding crack and put it into the
farther end of the pasture, far over Burton's head. It was a clean home
run, and he circled the bases, sending Bert in before him.
Tom followed this with a two-bagger over King's head in left, and Chot
hit the ball between right and center for another homer, sending Tom in
ahead of him.
Then Johnson was taken out of the box and another boy, Nibbins,
substituted. Nibbins threw over two or three to warm up, then faced
Jones in a confident manner.
Jones, however, singled to right, and easily made first. Day was given a
base on balls, Lorrens advanced both runners with a bunt down the first
base line and the bases were full.
Smeed was up, and Nibbins, in trying to fool him with some swift ins,
hit him lightly on the shoulder, forcing Jones in from third.
"Oh, my, what a picnic!" cried someone.
Then Pod knocked a single over first and Day and Lorrens scored.
Then to show the uncertainty of baseball, with Bert, Fleet and Tom up in
succession, and no one out, Bert popped up a little fly which Nibbins
caught, Fleet struck out in trying to slam out another extra base hit,
and Tom knocked a weak grounder to Strange who threw him out at first.
The Creightons had scored seven runs and the score now stood 9 to 0 in
their favor.
Far from being discouraged, the Cleverdale boys started the fourth
inning as if they meant to tie the score in a hurry.
"All together, now, boys," cried Captain Biddle, "No game is lost till
the last man is out in the ninth, so let's get busy."
But Chot Duncan was in too good form to allow the Cleverdale boys
anything he did not see fit to, and he retired Cotton, Gregg and Biddle
in one two three order, striking out Gregg and causing Cotton and Biddle
to knock little grounders that were easily handled.
Chot led off for Winton in the last of the fourth. He knocked a pretty
single, but succeeded only in reaching first that inning, for Jones
flied out to Cotton, Day went out on a little fly to Nibbins and Lorrens
struck out.
"What's the use?" queried Fleet, as he went out to his position in the
first of the fifth. "Too hot to play baseball. I'd rather lie down under
that old oak again. It's hard to keep awake out here."
But he was awakened in a manner that put him on his mettle a moment
later, for Corker struck the first ball Chot offered him and sent it on
a bee line for the Creighton first baseman. Fleet had hardly been
prepared for such a swift one, and he was late in jumping into the air,
with the result that the ball touched his fingers, bounded off and went
shooting down the right foul line. Jones chased it, but was unable to
keep Corker from taking second.
Then Chot issued a pass to Strange, who grinned as he trotted down to
first.
Burton did not look dangerous, but he bunted unexpectedly and Day, who
tried to field the ball, fumbled it until it was too late for a throw.
The bases were full with no one out.
"Watch them now, boys," cried Captain Biddle. "We know the tricks of the
Creighton battery, and they'll never be able to work us again. Here's
where we start to even things."
Which shows that they did not know the reputation of the Winton boys,
and when Bert Creighton saw Tom deliberately wink at Chot, he knew that
his chums had something up their sleeves and he waited in anxious
expectancy to see just what it was.