Many of the spectators, no doubt, expected to find in young Merriwell a pitcher3 who was half a wizard and half a magician. Frank realized that onlookers4 of this class were due for a severe disappointment. He was glad of it, for he had no patience with the wild stories about him which had been flying over that section of the country.
Bleeker was the first man to toe the plate for the Gold Hillers. Clancy, from first, had to do all the ragging, for the backstop remained as silent as usual.
“Now for the first victim, Chip. This is Bleek. You know Bleek? Well, he’s going to look pretty bleak5 when you get through with him. Start the circus!”
“Don’t be hard on your old friends, Chip,” grinned Bleeker.
There was an air of jaunty6 confidence about Bleeker which suggested three-baggers and home runs. Frank believed that this was a good place to take a reef in Bleek’s aspirations7.
He led off with a jump ball, and the speed behind it made the spectators jerk themselves together wonderingly.
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The sphere spanked9 into the backstop’s mitt10 with a report like that of a rifle. Somewhere on its erratic11 course Bleek had taken a swat at the deceptive12 object.
“Strike!” shouted the umpire.
A chorus of jeers13 went up from around the diamond. Bleek, hardly realizing what had happened, stood looking foolishly at the end of his bat.
“Wake up, old man!” warned Darrel from the bench. “Mind your eye, and don’t reach for the wide ones.”
From the way Merry started the next ball it looked like it was going to be another lightning express, but when it crossed the plate it was jogging along like a slow freight. Bleek, expecting something speedy, smashed at the sphere before it was within a yard of him.
“Strike two!” barked the umpire.
A roar of laughter floated out over the field from the Ophirites in the grand stand and on the bleachers.
“What’s the use?” yelled some one. “He can’t see ’em!”
“Pound it on the nose the next time, Bleek!” begged a Gold Hiller.
“Kill it! Kill it!”
“Baste it out!”
Bleeker nerved himself for a supreme14 attempt, but in vain. Merry handed him an inshoot which found the hole in his bat, and he tramped to the benches with a flush of chagrin15.
“Merry’s certainly all to the mustard,” he grunted16, as he dropped down among his teammates. “He’s got some fancy capers17 that will fool the best of ’em. If Hotch connects with the ball it will be an accident.”
“Watch Merriwell, fellows,” urged Darrel. “See how he does it, then maybe you’ll be ready for him when you go in for your own stickwork.”
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Obedient to orders, the Gold Hill players studied Merry and tried to get “wise” to his curves. But, just as they thought they had discovered something, they saw something else that proved the supposed discovery wasn’t any discovery at all.
Hotchkiss, second baseman for the Gold Hillers, was the next man up. He was a left-handed batter18, and Frank, who could pitch equally well with either hand, fell back on his left wing.
“Jumpin’ tarantulers!” boomed a cowboy. “Watch him, will ye? He’s usin’ his south paw!”
The first was a lightninglike bender, which coaxed19 a strike out of Hotch.
“That’s the way to start ’em, Chip!” cried Brad. “One, two, three—that’s the style.”
“Darn it, Chip,” cried Hotch, “why don’t you gi’ me a chance? Ain’t you a friend o’ mine?”
The catcher signaled for a wide one, but Hotch was making good use of his eyes, and allowed it to pass.
The third cut a corner of the plate. Hotch fouled20 it back of third base, and had the second strike called on him.
The next signal called for a drop. Frank started it pretty high, and Hotch grinned and shook his head. Then he looked dazed when the umpire called him out.
“Rotten!” grunted Hotch, throwing himself down beside Bleeker. “That last ball was over my shoulders.”
“You’re wrong, Hotch,” answered Bleek. “It was lower than that. Now, El,” he shouted, as the captain of the team went to bat, “lace it out. For the love of Mike, show Merriwell we’re alive.”
Darrel just managed to do that. He connected with the second one over, and Merry smothered21 it without leaving his tracks.
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The Ophirites began to whoop22 and howl. Their boys were making good, and they jubilated as only miners and cowboys can.
The first man to face Ellis Darrel for Ophir was the backstop. He stepped into the batter’s box with a smile, and cheerfully rapped out the first one over. A fellow named Dart23, who played shortstop for the Gold Hillers, cuffed24 it down and snapped it to first. The ball beat the catcher by a yard.
“Tough luck, Joe,” commiserated25 Clancy, himself stepping to the plate. “Now,” he called, “put one over, Darrel, and I’ll show you what I can do.”
Darrel had good control and plenty of speed. Clancy decided26 to let the first ball pass, and then listened while the umpire called a strike on him.
“Don’t go to sleep, Red,” laughed Bleeker.
“Just getting waked up for the next one,” chuckled27 Clancy.
“Here she is.”
Clancy sawed the air, and spank8 went the ball in Bleek’s mitt.
“Not waked up yet?” jeered28 Bleek. “Well, well! How long are you going to wait?”
“I guess I’ve waited long enough,” said Clancy, and his bat met the next one on the nose.
It sailed over Darrel’s head, was muffed by Hotchkiss at second, then picked up and sent to first like a streak29 of greased lightning. It looked, from where Merriwell sat, as though Clancy had beat it out. But the umpire decided otherwise, and the crestfallen30 Clancy jogged away to the bench.
Merriwell was next.
“Be easy with this one, El,” suggested Bleeker.
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“It would be a feather in my cap if I could fan him,” laughed Darrel.
“That’s been done a good many times, Curly,” Merriwell grinned.
The first ball was a strike. It looked a little wide to Frank, and he did not reach for it.
The second ball was a wide one, and so was the third. The fourth ball was just about where Frank wanted it, and he smashed it for a couple of bases.
“Whoop!” roared Barzy Blunt; “we’re off, we’re off! Three tallies31, pards! I’ll not be satisfied with anything less than three runs this inning.”
Ballard was the next one up. Merriwell stole third, and he’d have got home if Ballard had given him a chance. But Ballard fouled once back of the home plate, and then struck out.
“That’s awful, Chip,” groaned32 Ballard, passing the pitcher’s box on his way to center field.
“Never mind, Pink,” answered Frank. “We’re hitting Curly, and next time we’re at bat I believe we’ll do something.”
Lenaway, left fielder for the Gold Hillers, was the next man to confront Merry.
“Remember what you did before, Chip!” called Clancy. “Don’t try to hog33 the whole game yourself. Start a man this way and give me a chance to limber up. Start something, old man.”
Lenaway swung at the second ball. He must have caught it on the handle, for it dropped in front of the plate and rolled briskly down toward Clancy, just inside the path.
“It’s mine, Chip!” yelped34 Clancy, and darted35 at the rolling sphere.
The red-headed chap booted the ball, and by the time
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he had laid hold of it, Lenaway was roosting comfortably on first. Frank had run to cover the base. He now went back to the mound36, wondering what in the deuce had got into Clancy.
“Wow!” cried Lenaway. “You can handle a paddle, Red, a heap easier than you can field a grounder.”
“Don’t talk to me,” grunted Clancy, in a spasm37 of self-reproach, “I’m sore enough.”
“Well, return the ball so I can take a lead.”
“There it goes,” and Clancy tossed the sphere to Merry.
“Now, then,” shouted Darrel, coming down to the coaching line back of first, “nobody down, fellows! On your toes, everybody. Ginger38 up, and we’ll make a showing. Go down toward second, Len—go on! I’m here to keep you out of danger.”
Dart, the shortstop, picked up a bat and stepped to the plate. Merry got him for three balls and two strikes, and then Dart lined one out toward Brad. It was an easy one, but Brad’s fingers were all thumbs, and the ball went through him like a sieve39. The fielder raced in and picked up the ball, whipping it over to second just an instant too late. Dart reached the bag, and Blunt, apparently40, forgot that Lenaway was on third.
“The ball, Barzy!” cried Merriwell.
Sudden realization41 of the fact that the man on third had taken a dangerous lead toward home startled Blunt. He threw to the plate instead of to Merry, and he threw wild. While the catcher was chasing the ball Lenaway got across the first score, and Dart went to third.
There was much glorying in the Gold Hill section of the grand stand. No one out, one run, and a man on third! Certainly the prospects42 were gratifying.
Mingo, the Mexican first baseman, followed Dart to bat. Merry struck him out, and then expeditiously43 fanned
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Rylman, the third baseman. Doolittle, right fielder, belied44 his name, and hoisted45 a fly to Spink in left field. Spink played beanbag, with it, dropped it, picked it up, then dropped it again. During the farce46, Dart darted home and Doolittle gained second.
Stark47, center fielder, fanned, and Doolittle died on third. But ragged48 support had given the Gold Hillers two runs. The swarthy-faced backstop pulled a long face and Merriwell walked to the bench, trying to figure out the errors in the first half of the second. They were so many that he had to give it up.
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