THE GAME WITH HAMMOND
_Ferry Hill_ _Hammond_
EATON, 2b MULLEN, 3b
BACON, ss O'MEARA, ss
THURLOW, 3b STONE, cf
PRYOR, lf YOUNG, rf
KIRBY, cf HARTLEY, 1b
PATTEN, 1b HYDE, 2b
COLE, c TAFT, lf
WELCH, rf SMITH, c
POST, p ROLLINS, p
Post showed his ability in that first inning. Not a man reached first.
Three strikes and out was the invariable rule, and Ferry Hill went wild
with joy. If Post could serve Hammond's best batters in such fashion
what hope was there for her tail-enders?
But Post was not the only one who could strike out batsmen. In the
second half of the inning Rollins disposed of Chub, Bacon and Thurlow in
just the same fashion, and so far the honors were even. Ferry Hill, who
had loyally cheered each of the warriors as they stepped to the plate,
looked less elated. The game speedily resolved itself into a pitchers'
battle in which Rollins had slightly the better of it. Two innings
passed without a man getting safely to first base. Then Sid, who was
still rather bulky in spite of the hard work he had been through, got in
the way of one of Rollins' in-shoots and trotted to first ruefully
rubbing his hip. He made a valiant effort to profit by Post's scratch
hit to shortstop but was easily thrown out at second. Not satisfied with
this, Hammond played the double, catching Post a foot from the base.
That was in the last of the third. So far the game had dragged along
uninterestingly. But now things began to happen.
O'Meara was the first man up for Hammond. Perhaps Post let down for an
instant. At all events, the Hammond captain lined out the first hit of
the contest, a long, low two-bagger which made the cherry and black
flags wave ecstatically. Then Stone sacrificed and O'Meara sped to
third. Young fouled out to Patten, who made a brilliant catch after a
long run. Hartley hit to Bacon who threw home. O'Meara doubled back to
third and Hartley was safe on first. Hyde, with a record of three
strike-outs against him, managed to find something quite to his liking
and knocked out a sharp grounder between Chub and Bacon. O'Meara came
home for the first run of the day amidst wild cheers from the Hammond
side, and Hartley got to third. The coaching was incessant and Post got
a little bit rattled.
Taft bunted along first base line and Post ran for it, scooped it up and
threw, to Patten. The throw was a little wild, but it seemed that Patten
should have got it. As it was it went over his head and had not Sid been
on the spot to back him up things would have been worse than they were.
Hartley scored, but Hyde was put out at the plate, Sid being the hero of
the play. Two runs to nothing.
Ferry Hill went in with Bacon up. A scratch hit to third followed by
slow fielding took him safely to first. Thurlow flied out to pitcher,
Pryor sacrificed and Bacon reached second. Kirby got four balls and took
his base. Patten struck out miserably.
Again, in the fifth, Hammond scored and an error went down in Thurlow's
column. Ferry Hill had begun to have listless moments which boded ill
for success. Errors were becoming too frequent to be merely accidents;
it was a case of discouragement. Post, however, in spite of the gradual
weakening of the most of the nine, held up his end nobly. And Chub never
for a moment eased his pace. But the rest of the team, if we except
Cole, who was catching Post steadily and well, were plainly suffering
from a fit of stage-fright. Whether the attack was to be temporary or
permanent remained to be seen. Ferry Hill's supporters were getting
uneasy; three runs to nothing seemed a pretty long lead with the game
more than half over!
Cole got his round of applause when he stepped to bat in the last of the
fifth and it seemed to hearten him. Rollins was still pitching the best
of ball, but Cole was a weak batter and the Hammond twirler proposed to
rest his muscles when the chance afforded. So he started out to dispose
of Cole with as little effort as possible. The first two deliveries
went by and were called balls. Then came a strike; then another ball. It
was time for Rollins to get down to work. Cole let the next one pass
him, hoping that it would give him his base, but the umpire announced
strike two. Cole gripped his bat a little farther toward the end and got
ready. Smith, the Hammond catcher, read this to mean that he was
resolved to strike at the next ball no matter what it looked like and
signalled for a drop. It came. The umpire glanced at his tally and waved
toward first.
"Four balls!" he called.
Roy and the other cheer leaders leaped to their feet as Cole trotted
down the line.
"Start it going now!" cried Roy. "Regular cheer and make it good!"
They made it good. Then they made it better. Chub, back of first, was
begging Cole to take a longer lead and assuring him that Rollins
wouldn't throw. Sid selected his bat and stepped up to the plate. There
was one excellent thing about Sid; he didn't know what it was to get
really nervous. He had his instructions to sacrifice and proceeded to do
so by hitting the first ball thrown and trickling it slowly toward
third. Third baseman and pitcher both made for it with the result that
each interfered with the other and when the ball reached second Cole had
been there for ages. And Sid, to his own surprise, was safe on first.
With none out it looked like a score at last, and the cheering became
continuous. But Post, although a good pitcher and clever fielder, was a
miserable batter. It took just four balls, three of them straight over
the plate, to send him back to the bench.
Chub went to bat looking determined. With two foul strikes on him and
two balls he found something he liked the looks of and let go at it. It
resolved itself into a long high fly to deep center. Stone was under it
in time to gather it in, but not in time to field it home to prevent
Cole from scoring. Ferry Hill jumped and shouted. They had made a run at
last! Then Bacon tried to bunt Sid home and himself to first and only
succeeded in rolling the ball out for a foul. After that he swung at a
drop and missed it. He let the next two go by and found the fifth
delivery for a safe drive into shortstop's territory, a drive that was
so hard and ugly that it was beyond handling. Sid romped home like a
Percheron colt and Bacon got to first. Thurlow killed time until Bacon
had stolen second, and then in an effort to knock the cover off the ball
merely sent up a pop fly that was easily pulled down by second baseman.
That ended the fifth inning, but Ferry Hill was vastly more encouraged.
Two to three wasn't so bad; a run would tie the score.
But they were reckoning without Mr. Right Fielder Young. Mr. Right
Fielder Young started the sixth in a way that made the Hammond
supporters hug themselves and each other ecstatically. He drove out a
three-bagger over Kirby's head. Then when Hartley found Post's first
delivery for two bases, sending Young home, the Ferry Hill pitcher went
up into the air. Hyde advanced Hartley and went out himself at first.
Taft waited and trotted to first and the bases were full. Things looked
dark for the home team just then. But there was some comfort in the fact
that the batters coming up now were the poorest of the Hammond string.
Smith, Hammond's catcher, knocked a weak liner which Bacon got on the
bound and fielded home in time to cut off Hartley. Ferry Hill took heart
and cheered. Rollins came to bat, struck at the first ball pitched and
sent a foul far back of the boards. Post steadied down now; possibly he
forgot his nervousness in his desire to even matters with Rollins for
the summary way in which that youth had dealt with him. Post scored
another strike against his rival and then Rollins let go at an
out-shoot.
The ball bounded off the tip end of the bat and went whirling along the
first-base line. Rollins lit out in the track of the ball. To field it
Patten had to run up a few steps directly in Rollins' path. He got the
ball on a low bound and tried to step aside and tag Rollins as he
passed. He tagged him all right but he didn't get out of his way in
time, and the runner with head down collided with him and sent him
sprawling three yards away. The inning was over, but Patten was in a bad
way. Rollins' head had struck him between chest and shoulder and as a
result his shoulder blade was broken. It was not serious, said the
doctor, but it ended his playing for that day. Patten begged to have his
shoulder bandaged and be allowed to return to the game, but the doctor
wouldn't consider the idea for a moment. And Chub, watching Patten being
led away to the gymnasium for repairs, felt as though the very bottom
had fallen out of things!
Pryor opened the last of the sixth with a "Texas Leaguer" behind first
that gave him his base with seconds to spare. But Kirby went out on
strikes. Carpenter, a substitute batting in Patten's place, followed
suit and the inning came to an inglorious end when Cole sent a liner
straight into Rollins' glove.
Chub brought Kirby in from center to first and placed Carpenter in
center. Kirby was not a wonderful baseman by any means, but he was the
best at Chub's command. Carpenter was merely a common or garden variety
of player who couldn't be depended on to hit the ball, but could pull
down flies when they came near him and field them home with some chance
of their reaching the plate in course of time. Chub was pretty well
discouraged by this time; only Mr. Cobb kept a cheerful countenance.
"It's never over until the whistle blows," he said. And Chub was too
miserable to notice that the coach had confused baseball with football.
The seventh opened with the score four to two and ended with it seven to
three. For Post went quite to pieces and the only wonder was that
Hammond didn't score six runs instead of three. Mullen, the head of the
Hammond batting list, found Post for two bases, O'Meara, the captain,
hit him for two more, scoring Mullen, and Stone hit safely to right
field. Sid couldn't get under that ball in time, but he did field it
back so as to keep O'Meara on third. Then Post presented Young with his
base, and the bags were full. Hartley hit to Bacon and a double
resulted, O'Meara scoring. Hyde, after hitting up six fouls, none of
which were capable of being caught, lined out a hot ball that escaped
Chub by a foot. Stone scored the third run of the inning. Then Taft
obligingly brought the slaughter to an end by putting a foul into Cole's
mitten.
Sid opened the last half of the seventh for Ferry Hill by a splendid
drive into deep left field that brought a throb of hope to the breasts
of the wavers of the brown and white flags. But stupid coaching by Bacon
resulted in his being caught off of first. Post surprised everyone by
hitting to third and reaching his base ahead of a slowly fielded ball.
Chub flied out to left fielder. Bacon got his base on balls. Thurlow hit
weakly to second who tried to tag his base, slipped and fell and only
recovered his footing in time to keep Post from scoring. Pryor knocked a
high fly back of third which that baseman allowed to go over his head
and Post came in with Ferry Hill's third tally. Kirby struck out. Score,
7--3.
* * * * *
Harry had viewed proceedings with a sinking heart and when Post went to
pieces, making it evident that Kirby would have to be taken from first
and placed in the box if only to keep the opponents from entirely
running away with the game, she felt desperate. Perhaps she would have
continued to feel that way with nothing resulting had she not, while
glancing dejectedly about her, spied Horace Burlen in the throng below
her. Post had just reached first at the moment and in the resulting
delight Harry's departure was not noticed by the Doctor or his wife. She
called to Horace over the heads of the throng surrounding him.
"Horace! Please come here a minute. I want to speak to you!"
When he had made his way out of the crowd and joined her she led him to
a quiet corner at the back of the stand. Harry's cheeks were flushed and
her eyes were sparkling excitedly.
"Horace," she began breathlessly, "Kirby will have to pitch and there's
no one to take his place on first! We'll be beaten as sure as anything
if Roy doesn't play. You've got to tell the truth to Dad, Horace!"
Horace flushed a little but only laughed carelessly.
"You've just got to, Horace!" she cried. "If you don't tell I will. I
don't care if I did promise Roy!"
"Say, Harry, what's the matter with you?" Horace asked. "What are you
going to tell?"
"About this!" She held up the crimson sweater before him. "You know what
I mean, Horace, and there's no use in pretending you don't. You've got
to go to Dad this minute and tell him!"
Horace's eyes fell and the blood rushed to his cheeks. He turned away.
"I can't stay here and talk nonsense with you," he muttered, "I want to
see the game."
[Illustration: "'About this!'"]
But Harry seized him by the arm.
"Why won't you own up, Horace?" she pleaded. "You might. Roy saved you
and--"
"How did he?" asked Horace, pausing.
"Why, by not telling. He knew yesterday. But he wouldn't tell; he
wouldn't let us tell; he said if he did you'd lose your place in the
boat and we'd get beaten. He made us promise not to tell Dad, but I
will, just the same, if you don't promise this minute to do it
yourself!"
"I don't know anything about the sweater," muttered Horace.
"Oh, you big fibber! Jack and Chub were under the bed and saw you take
it out of your trunk and put it under Roy's mattress! And we told Roy,
and he wouldn't tell on you because he said--"
"Oh, I've heard all that once," he interrupted roughly. "I guess if he
didn't tell he had a mighty good reason for it!"
"I've told you why he didn't!" cried Harry impatiently. "Do you suppose
he _wanted_ not to play to-day? He spared you and I think you might do
that much to help him--and me--and the school."
"It was just a sort of joke," murmured Horace, his eyes on the ground.
"I didn't know it was going to cause so much bother." He laughed
uncertainly. "What's the good of making more rumpus now? Roy can't win
the game; we're beaten already."
"You don't know!" insisted Harry. "Anyhow, it would be only fair and
square; and you want to be that, don't you, Horace?"
"And get fired?" he asked glumly. "Oh, sure!"
"You won't be fired! Why, it's almost the end of school!"
Horace was silent a moment, his gaze on the diamond where the Hammond
second baseman was picking himself up from the ground in a successful
effort to head off Post at the plate.
"Look here, Harry," he said finally, "do you really think Roy kept quiet
so that I could stay in the race? Honest injun?"
"I know he did! Chub and Jack will tell you the same thing! Honest and
honest, Horace!"
There was another moment of hesitation. Then Horace squared his
shoulders, laughed carelessly and turned away.
"All right, Harry," he said. "Lead me to the slaughter!"
* * * * *
"You go into the box," said Chub to Kirby, "and for goodness sake hold
'em down, old man! Post, you go out to center, will you? Who've we got
for first, sir?"
And Chub turned in perplexity to Mr. Cobb.
"Thurlow; let Reynolds take his place at third."
Chub groaned.
"Maybe I'd better try it myself, sir. And let Reynolds take second."
But Mr. Cobb shook his head.
"Won't do," he answered. "You're needed where you are."
"All right. Where's Reynolds? Hello, Roy! Isn't this the limit? If only
you hadn't been such an idiot!"
"Why?" asked Roy, his face one broad smile.
"Why? Why! Oh, go to thunder! Because if you were playing first we
wouldn't be in such a hole, that's why."
"I'm going to," answered Roy.
"Going to what?"
"Play first, if you want me to."
"Want you to!" shouted Chub. "But what about Emmy?"
"He's given me permission. Horace has 'fessed up. It's all right."
Chub hugged him violently and deliriously.
"Oh, good boy!" he cried. "It's all right, sir!" he called to Mr. Cobb.
"We won't need Reynolds. Porter's going to play!"
Mr. Cobb hurried across from the bench and nearly wrenched Roy's hand
off.
"Doctor willing, is he? That's good! That's fine! Do your best, Porter,
do your best. Eaton's a bit discouraged, but I tell him it's not over
till the whistle--that is, till the umpire--er--Well, good luck!" And
the coach hurried over to the scorer to arrange the new batting list.
"Come on, fellows!" cried Chub. "Let's win this old game right here!"
And Ferry Hill trotted out to the field for the first of the eighth.