“Robbery!” muttered Bold as he turned back toward the bench. “That was a clean hit in nine cases out of ten. He didn’t know he had it.”
Billy Bradley followed Bold, and he felt his nerves quiver under the strain.
“Great codfish, do hit it out!” implored5 Uncle Gid Sniffmore. “We’ve got ter have this game, boys.”
Bradley responded by smashing a hot liner toward Dillard, who made a beautiful stop and snapped the ball to Hunston, on first.
Bradley was out.
There was another groan from the spectators.
“It’s all over!” shouted Hunston. “We’ve taken a scalp, boys!”
“Not yet!” grated Brad Buckhart, as he picked out his pet bat and strode toward the plate. “I opine I’ll try to put up some sort of an argument with you.”
Bretton was confident now—in fact, he was too confident. Feeling sure he had the game in his hands, he gave the Texan a swift one over the outside corner.
An instant later there was a fearful uproar7 on the field, for Dick Merriwell was seen advancing toward the plate. The stonecutters thundered their applause, while bats, handkerchiefs, and flags waved everywhere.
The pitcher waited until the shouting crowd became quieter. Then he put over a swift inshoot, which Dick missed.
“One strike!” cried the umpire.
“Get him, Bretton—get him!” cried Hunston.
Bretton tried a wide out, and a ball was called.
Then he whistled over another one, and again Dick missed it cleanly.
At this moment several persons who had reached the ground pushed through the crowd and appeared in view back of the ropes. Three of them were lusty-lunged chaps, for they gave a Yale cheer that surprised the crowd and caused almost every one to turn in their direction.
“Frank Merriwell! Am I dreaming?”
It was Frank, accompanied by Browning, Rattleton, Elsie, Inza, and the others from the yacht Sachem.
Now, although that Yale cheer had caused so many to look toward the newcomers, even though Dick heard it and recognized his brother’s voice, the boy with the bat did not flicker11 an eyelash. Perhaps he was the most astounded12 and delighted person on that field, yet not a muscle of his face changed. With the gaze of a hawk13 he watched Bretton, fearing if he turned for a single instant the Maplewood pitcher would put a straight one over the base.
Perhaps never before had Dick’s nerves been tested under such circumstances. Had Frank and his friends known just how this game stood and how critical it was at that moment, beyond question they would have remained silent, fearing to unnerve the boy at bat.
Bretton was a sharp chap, and he heard Hodge shouting the name of Frank Merriwell. Instantly he decided14 that Dick Merriwell would be somewhat unmanned, and therefore he sent over a straight ball with all the speed he could command.
Dick met it squarely on the trade-mark.
Away sailed the ball—away over centre-field fence. It was into the frog pond, and batted to the extremity15, at that.
“It’s a home run!” shouted Brick McLane.
Round the bases sped Brad Buckhart, and after him came the boy who had made this wonderful hit at such a critical moment.
Through the mire16 of the frog pond splashed the fellow in search of the ball. He found it and turned to throw it into the field. He did not possess the wonderful throwing arm of Chip Jolliby, and therefore he was compelled to throw to Dillard, the second baseman. Even had the fielder been able to line the ball to the plate, he could not have stopped the winning run, for when Dillard whirled with the sphere in his hand he saw Merriwell crossing the plate.
How Uncle Gid Sniffmore ever got down from the seats and rushed onto the field in advance of the crowd forever remained a mystery in Fairhaven. In some manner the old man made the descent, and, when those roaring stonecutters picked Dick Merriwell up and bore him triumphantly17 around on their shoulders, Uncle Gid marched in advance, waving his cane18 and dancing like a frolicsome19 boy.
No wonder Frank Merriwell stood with a mist in his eyes watching the spectacle. No wonder he gripped the arm of Browning, and, thrilled with satisfaction, cried in the big fellow’s ear:
“That’s Dick—Dick, my brother!”
It was in the fifth inning of the second game that a message from Rockford reached the ball ground in Fairhaven telling the players there that Seaslope had won her final game of the season. Having heard this report, Tom Fernald hastened round to the Maplewood bench, where Benton Hammerswell sat with the scorer and Bretton, the pitcher of the first game.
Fernald betrayed his anxiety in his face. In spite of his reputation as a “good loser,” Fernald was worried and distressed20 now.
“Say, Hammerswell, this thing is getting pretty desperate,” observed the Rockford man as he took a seat at Benton’s side.
“That’s right,” nodded the Maplewood manager grimly. “Our boys can’t seem to hit Merriwell at all. He’s pitching in amazing form. The presence of his brother seems to inspire him. It’s true they haven’t been able to score on Slocum thus far; but twice we have prevented it by good luck rather than good playing. They have a runner on third now and only one out. I am afraid they are going to get a start right here.”
“If you lose this game do you know what the result will be?” asked Fernald. “Do you know where it will land Fairhaven?”
“Why, I am not sure——”
“But I am sure. I have just heard from Rockford. Seaslope won the game to-day. Unless you take this game from Fairhaven, the team here wins the pennant21 and you land at the bottom. A little while ago you were confident of winning all your bets. It begins to look now as if you might lose them all.”
Slowly Hammerswell removed the half-smoked cigar from his lips. It quivered a little in his fingers. Fernald saw this, and knew how the strain was telling on the Maplewood man.
“Win or lose,” muttered the schemer, “I have done everything in my power to come out ahead. It’s impossible to play anything underhand here to-day. This crowd wouldn’t stand for it. Those stonecutters would lynch a crooked22 umpire, and they’d mob a player who did any dirty work on the field. I hope to win this game on its merits, but there’s no telling what may happen.”
“I know what will happen if you lose,” said Fernald bitterly. “I will get it in the neck. I will be down to hard pan. It will be a case of hustle23 for me in the future. Hang it all! Hammerswell, I had a comfortable little roll when the baseball season opened this year, but it will be wiped out if you don’t carry off this game.”
Hammerswell laughed harshly and bitterly.
“You’ll be no worse off than I will,” he muttered. “We’ll both be in the same boat. Ha, look at that! By George! it’s good for a run. Too bad! They’re going to score!”
The batter had driven a liner toward left field, and the runner on third unhesitatingly started toward the plate.
“Watch! watch!” exclaimed Fernald. “Halligan is after it.”
“He can’t get it,” said Hammerswell.
But the next moment he sprang up with a cry of satisfaction and relief, for Halligan had leaped into the air and captured the ball with one hand.
Immediately the Maplewood left fielder threw to Lumley at third, making a double play, as the base runner was unable to get back to the bag in time.
“It did,” nodded Hammerswell, sitting down again; “but once more it was a piece of luck for us. We can’t depend wholly on luck.”
“Push your team now,” urged Fernald. “Make them get into this thing and win.”
Once more Dick Merriwell walked into the box, his eye clear, his determination firm and unshaken. Connor was the first man to face him.
Young Merriwell had found Connor a difficult hitter to deceive, but he now resolved to use his cleverest curves on the Maplewood shortstop. Opening with the jump ball, he caused Connor to lift a foul25 over Buckhart’s head, although Brad was unable to get back in time to catch it.
The Texan called for the combination ball, and Dick nodded.
Even though this remarkable26 curve was used, Connor again touched the ball. This time it was the slightest sort of a foul tip, but the ball was slightly deflected27, and struck Buckhart on the end of his right thumb.
When Brad stooped to pick up the ball, which had fallen to the ground, he noticed that his thumb had been put out of joint28 and was split.
The umpire called time while Buckhart’s injury was examined by a doctor, who pulled the thumb into place and dressed it.
“Don’t you believe it, doc!” exclaimed the plucky30 Texan. “I opine I will stay right under the stick and finish the game.”
Nor could Buckhart be persuaded by any one to retire from the game. For all of his injury, he returned to his position.
Now, however, Dick felt that he must consider Brad’s condition, and in doing this he gave Connor a ball which the fellow hit and sent flying along the ground between first and second for a single.
Halligan followed with a scratch hit, and the bases were filled when Bold permitted Lumley’s hot grounder to get past him.
It was a time of great anxiety, as the game was drawing near its close, seven innings having been agreed upon in advance.
“Too bad that catcher got his bum32 thusted—I mean his thumb busted,” spluttered Harry33 Rattleton. “Dick hasn’t dared let his wing out since then.”
Bart Hodge had joined Merriwell’s party, and he now seized Merry by the arm, eagerly panting:
“What do you think, Frank—had I not better offer to go into that game? Hadn’t I better take Buckhart’s place? Dick can’t pitch to Buckhart now. You can see he’s afraid to let himself out. Don’t you think I’d better go in?”
Merriwell shook his head.
“No, Hodge,” he said. “Let them fight their own battle. Let them win or lose with their own team. Keep out of it.”
“Oh, I am sorry you won’t let Bart go!” almost sobbed34 Elsie Bellwood. “I know they are going to lose unless some one else goes in to catch.”
“Frank is right,” declared Inza. “Let Dick win or lose without assistance from outsiders.”
“But everything depends on this game!” palpitated Elsie. “I just heard a man back of us say that Fairhaven would win the pennant if it could get this game. Why, it seems to me that both Frank and Bart might go into the game to save it. These men near us have been telling how the manager of the other team paid two great pitchers35 to come down here and pitch this game to-day. They say he had intended to put his professional pitchers in under false names, but people found out who they were, and he gave up trying to fool any one that way. If he could do such things, why couldn’t Dick have his friends help him?”
“Because I had rather he would depend on himself and his own team,” said Merry. “If he loses this game, I understand that all the teams in the league will be tied, and he will have still another chance to fight for the pennant. If he wins without any of our assistance, he will deserve all the praise and glory he’ll receive.”
“But oh! oh!” cried Elsie, “he can’t win now! Just look at that! It’s a home run, Frank!”
Dillard had smashed the ball hard and fair, lifting it over the centre-field rail.
Over that rail Chip Jolliby went flying in an endeavor to get under the ball. He was not successful, but he secured it and returned it to the diamond in time to stop Dillard at third base. Nevertheless, Connor, Halligan, and Lumley had all scored.
For the first time during the game the cloud lifted from Benton Hammerswell’s face. He felt Tom Fernald slap him on the shoulder, and heard Fernald laughingly cry in his ear:
“That settles it, Hammerswell! Slocum is the man to hold them down after that. Only six more Fairhaven batters36 to be retired37 and the game is yours. We will both win our bets.”
“I believe we will,” nodded Hammerswell.
Brad Buckhart called Dick and stepped down a little in front of the home plate to meet him.
“Look here, pard,” said the Westerner, “what are you doing? You’ve been easing up. Are you trying to give these fellows this game? Just slam the ball over as speedy as you like. Don’t worry about me. I don’t give a rap if I lose that old thumb. I will hold them, never fear.”
“All right,” said Dick. “You will get all the speed you want after this, Brad.”
“That’s the stuff!” nodded Buckhart as he turned and retired to his position.
Brad did get all the speed he could handle, but he handled the ball amazingly well, considering his injury. Farrell fell before Dick’s clever pitching, while Garvin was easily thrown out at first, after batting a grounder to Bradley.
Although the Maplewood players implored Slocum to get a hit and bring Dillard home, Dick caused the pitcher to go after three sharp shoots, all of which were smothered38 in Buckhart’s big mit.
Benton Hammerswell implored Slocum to hold Fairhaven down, and the pitcher promised to do so. He was unequal to the task, however, for with the head of the batting list up, Gardner led off with a savage swat, while Bold lifted a safe one into the field, and Bradley brought them both home with a whistler that went clean to the right-field fence.
Billy tried to stretch a handsome two-bagger into a three-base hit, and was thrown out at third.
Buckhart lifted a high foul, which was captured by Hunston.
Dick Merriwell was cheered as he walked to the plate, and he responded by getting a clean single. He then stole second on the first ball pitched, but died there, for Jolliby put up a fly that was caught.
Once more, in the first of the seventh, Dick pitched in his finest form, and before him the batters fell in order.
Fairhaven now had its final turn at bat.
With two strikes called on him, big Bob dropped the ball over the fence and easily reached third, while two fielders were searching for the sphere.
Although he might have trotted39 home, the big fellow stopped at third at the command of Dick, who had raced down to the coaching line.
“We will win this game right here,” said Merriwell. “Stay where you are. One run will tie, but two will win. Let’s worry that pitcher.”
Already Slocum was worried. The fact that Singleton had remained on third had annoyed him. Nevertheless, he deceived Tubbs, who hit a weak one into the diamond and was thrown out. Smart struck out quickly, and it began to appear as if Dick had made a bad mistake in stopping Singleton at third.
Earl was a great sprinter43, and by the time Connor picked up the ball it was seen that Gardner could reach first in safety.
Then the Maplewood shortstop threw swiftly to the plate to catch Singleton, who was going home.
It was a bad throw.
Gardner had crossed first, and he heard the coacher yelling for him to take second. Garvin leaped for the ball, caught it up, and threw to Dillard.
It was another bad throw, and the ball went into centre field.
“Third, Earl—third!” cried Dick, making signals to the runner.
Gardner kept on toward third.
Mole44 secured the ball, which was swiftly thrown to Lumley. It struck the ground and took a bad bound over Lumley’s shoulder.
“Home!” shouted Dick as Gardner came tearing toward third.
Then the wildly excited crowd saw Earl cross third base and go scooting toward the plate.
The ball had struck a post to which the rope was tied that held the crowd back. Lumley secured it and threw to Garvin. The throw was a trifle high, and Gardner made a beautiful slide, his hand reaching the plate an instant before he was tagged by Garvin.
“Safe!” yelled the umpire.
Pandemonium45 broke loose, for Fairhaven had thus won the game and the pennant in the Trolley46 League.
There was a celebration in Fairhaven that night, and it was one long to be remembered. The whole town seemed ablaze47 with red fire and alive with people, who marched up and down the streets, blowing horns, ringing cow bells, shooting off pistols, and singing, and cheering. The Central Hotel was ablaze with light. In front of it speeches were delivered by several persons; but the crowd was not satisfied until Dick Merriwell appeared on the steps. They kept calling for him, and at last he was pushed forward. The moment they caught sight of him they started to cheer, but in advance of that cheering Brick McLane was heard roaring:
“There’s the boy that done it! He’s the kid Benton Hammerswell kicked out of Maplewood—him and his ball team that won the pennant right here for Fairhaven to-day! Where is Hammerswell now? Why didn’t he wait and see the fun to-night?”
After the cheering had subsided48 somewhat, old Uncle Gid Sniffmore suddenly climbed to the shoulders of Abner Turner and waved his cane in the air, shrilly49 crying:
“Do you want ter know where Benton Hammerswell is? Well, he’s what they call a dead one! He won’t cut no ice round these parts arter this! Folks, I’m mighty50 glad I let them boys have my field! If they’ll come back here next year they can have every dratted thing I own on this island!”
“Hurrah for Uncle Gid!” shouted the laughing boys.
Frank and his friends were enjoying all this. They were gathered in a little group on the veranda51 of the hotel. Merry felt a warm hand press his, and in his ear Inza whispered:
“Aren’t you proud of Dick?”
“Proud of him!” he exclaimed. “How can I help being?”
The next issue of the Rockford Star contained an account of the final games in the league series, and likewise the fielding and batting averages of all the players in the league. There was also a high eulogy52 of Dick Merriwell and praise for his companions, who had aided him in winning the pennant for Fairhaven. For once, at least, the Star was fair and impartial53. The final standing54 of the teams was given as follows:
Played. Won. Lost. Per C.
Fairhaven 46 24 22 .522
Rockford 46 23 23 .500
Seaslope 46 23 23 .500
Maplewood 46 22 24 .478
Honesty and true manhood had triumphed and received their well-merited reward.
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flicker
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cane
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