SCRANTON HIGH EVENS MATTERS UP
The match with Belleville proved a walkover for Scranton, much to
the delight of all the local rooters, and the utter humiliation of
the boys from the neighboring town. Tyree was at his very best,
which meant that few among the Belleville batsmen could touch his
slants and drops and speedy balls.
They fought gamely to the very last, as all sturdy players of the
National game should, hoping for a turn in the tide; but in the
end found themselves snowed under by a score of eleven to two.
Those runs were actually gifts, for in the end Tyree slowed up,
and almost "lobbed" a few over the plate, as though wishing to take
a little of the sting of defeat away; though that is never a safe
practice for any pitcher to do. Still, eleven to nothing would
have been rubbing it into the Belleville fellows pretty roughly.
On the following Saturday Allandale had a last whirl at Belleville.
This time the boys of the third town took a brace, and for a time
put up quite a creditable game. Big Patterson, however, was too
much for them, and after the seventh inning they lost all hope of
winning. But the score was six to four, which might be considered
a little hopeful.
So Belleville, having lost all the games thus far played in which
she took part, was consequently eliminated as a contending factor
in the race for the pennant of the Three Town High School League.
This left it between Scranton and Allandale. The latter team had
a big advantage to start with, since they were already one game to
the good. But Scranton still had faith in Tyree, and if things
broke half-way decently in the next game they fully expected to
make their adversaries "take their dust," as Thad expressed it.
During this time, of course, the wonderful happenings at the Hosmer
cottage had become town talk. Everybody was greedily drinking in
such details of the story as they could manage to gather up.
Acting under the directions of Brother Lu, now known to every one
as the rich owner of the Hoover place, Mr. Luther Corbley, Hugh and
Thad did not hesitate to relate everything they knew, which, in fact,
covered the story from beginning to end. It thrilled all Scranton,
and would be related many times over as weeks and months passed by.
There had never been anything to compare with it in the annals of
all Scranton, or any other town in the county, for that matter.
Matilda and Andrew had gone to live in their new home, and the boys
were told that they might always "find the latch-string out," as
the genial genie of the whole undertaking assured both Hugh and
Thad. He seemed to have taken a decided liking for the chums, and
could not see enough of them. Many an evening did they spend over
at the new home. Thad never seemed to weary of listening to the
marvelous stories told by the great wanderer; nor did he any longer
have the least doubt regarding their accuracy. Indeed, after seeing
what marvels Brother Lu was able to bring to pass in the dull lives
of Matilda and her husband, Thad would have been ready to take anything
he said as Gospel truth.
Then came the Saturday when Allandale had to be met for the second
time. Hugh and his fellow players had worked hard through the week,
under the fostering care of Coach Leonard, to put themselves in fine
fettle for the hard game they anticipated lay ahead of them.
Never was a boy more pampered and looked after than Alan Tyree during
those last few days before the trial of skill and strategy took place
between himself and Big Ed Patterson. They were forever hearing vague
reports to the effect that the Allandale pitcher was excelling his
own record, and that his speed had reached a point where it was
attracting the attention of scouts sent abroad through the land by
some of the big teams in the National and American Leagues; so that
in all probability Patterson would be offered a contract calling for
a stupendous salary before the fall came along.
Hugh only laughed whenever these yarns reached him.
"Let Patterson keep on improving," he would say lightly, "and no
backstop can hold him for a minute any more than he could grapple
with cannon balls. We've got some pitcher, also. Tyree is better
than ever before in his life. While he may not have all the speed
to burn that Patterson has, there are a few tricks in his bag that
he means to uncork on Allandale. I'm sorry for those fellows when
they run against Alan in his present shape. Tell them so when you
see them, please."
It would seem from all this talk that the battle was to be one of
pitchers, for the most part. And when finally the time came for
Scranton to journey over to the rival town, there to take up cudgels
with Allandale High, quite a numerous host of the local people went
along, bent on learning just how much truth there might be in the
stories that had drifted across regarding the invincibility of Big
Ed Patterson.
As on previous occasions, there was a tremendous outpouring of interested
spectators. If anything, it was a record crowd, and far excelled in
point of numbers and enthusiasm any gathering that had cheered the
Allandale team on in their two contests against Belleville.
There was a reason for this, of course, since the latter team had
proven to be so woefully weak that they had not thus far managed to
win a single game, and were out of the race for the pennant. On the
other hand, Scranton, while beaten in the first combat with the
locals, had fought gamely, though terribly handicapped by the absence
of their regular star pitcher. Besides, they had really beaten
Belleville both times as badly as had Allandale.
Everybody therefore was anticipating considerable real sport with the
two pitchers on the mound pitted against each other, and the regular
teams covering the various positions on the diamond.
It was a cloudy day, and looked as though it might rain. Hugh noted
this fact and understood just what Coach Leonard meant when he told
them it would be just as well to start right in, and do some scoring.
If the game should be called after a number of innings had been
played, whoever was ahead would be adjudged the victor. A threatening
day is not a time to put too much faith in a ninth-inning Garrison
finish, because the game may never go beyond five or six turns, if
the flood-gates above chance to open, and the field be deluged so
as to make a continuance of play out of the question.
Well, that was just what did happen, as it turned out, and Scranton
boys found occasion to thank Coach Leonard for his advice, since it
really gave them the decision.
Patterson certainly had amazing speed when he started, and for three
innings it was next to impossible to touch him; for that matter
Tyree was also twirling with considerable effect, though several
hits had been made, and an error allowed one run to be tallied.
Then in the fourth something happened. Allandale was still striving
with might and main to stretch that lone tally into several. They
seemed to have a batting rally, and singular to say it was the end
of the string usually considered the weakest that came to the fore.
Whipple, the right fielder, knocked a terrific fly, but it was taken
after a great run by Juggins. Brown followed suit, but also died
through clever work on the part of "K.K." out in center. It was
supposed that Big Ed Patterson as the next man up would be an easy
third, because he had struck out both times at the bat.
He surprised everyone, himself included, possibly, by sending out a
crack that by bard base running allowed him to reach second. Then
Keeler, the Allandale backstop, not to be outdone in the matter, also
met one of Tyree's mystifying balls on the tip of his bat; and
Patterson, who had not had time to even think of asking to get some
one to run for him, had to keep galloping along in mad haste, the
coach near third sending him home, which he reached after a slide.
Farmer, however, struck out immediately afterwards, so that one
tally only resulted from the batting rally. But the mischief had
been already done. Big Ed was wheezing badly when he took his place
in the box, a fact the vigilant eye of Hugh instantly noted.
"This is going to be our one chance to do something, boys," he told
his mates as they came in to start the fifth frame. "Big Ed is
tired after that running. Work him for a pass, Owen; you know how
to do it, all right."
Owen apparently did, for shortly afterwards he was perched safely
on the initial sack, with Hugh himself at bat, and filled with a
grim determination to send the runner along, as well as plant himself
on the bag.
He picked out a good one, and cracked it out for a double, Owen
managing to land on third. All Scranton arose and roared to "K.K."
to send them both home, which he obligingly did with the nicest
possible little hit that could have been made, he himself reaching
second on the throw-in.
Julius Hobson was now up, but he struck out, greatly to his chagrin.
With the score tied, and the sky looking so threatening, Hugh was
more than ever anxious that one more hit should bring in the run that
might eventually win the game.
Patterson realized his weakness, and tried in various ways to delay
the game. He had to tie his shoe once, and then managed to toss
the ball again and again to try and nip "K.K." at second. In doing
so he actually let the runner make third, as O'Malley on second
allowed the ball to slip out of his hands, and the agile "K.K." slid
along in safety, making a great slide to the sack.
Then Tyree got in the tap that scored the runner, although he himself
was caught at first. Thad sent a dandy hit out past short, but was
left when "Just" Smith struck out.
In their half the Allandale players again tried to delay the game
until the umpire threatened to call it off, and proclaim Scranton the
winner nine to nothing. Then they went to work, but without avail,
for the inning found Scranton just one run to the good.
Play was continued, even though a fine drizzle started, that caused
hundreds of the spectators to take warning and depart.
At the beginning of the seventh inning, with the score the same, the
rain came down in torrents and play was discontinued. Later, finding
that there was no hope of the game being resumed, the umpire declared
it in the favor of Scranton, and those fellows went home happy though
soaked to the skin.