Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1915-04-03
So on the day of the match he

| ana HlSl 0dL-lOlLcllu ing near the pa
vilion, about which number of fan
nel-clad men are congregated, Players
and Gentlemen, all on good terms with
each other. and each side waiting to
knock the stuffing" out of the other.
Behold, too, Mr. Langholme, testing
his new bat and watching with cool
disdain the low Hobbs, who is twist
ing a cricket ball lovingly in his hand
Sammy, being in flannels, manages
to gain entrance to the sacred inclos-
ure during the Gentlemens second
inning 1t should be explained that
since the Players had scored 267 and
the Gentlemen only rs, the Gentlemen
were having their second inning On
top of the first, the Players fully sx-
pecting to wallop them with one in
ming to their two, and a good many
runs over. And when the next wicket
fell Mr.. Langholme, the Gentlemens
hope, who had made a creditable 1S
in his first attempt, was to try to re-
trieve the situation.
Hello, Butts! How did you get
here?" inquired Langholme, with Ian.
guild interest.
Sammy smiled. Have a bracer,
and I'll tell you," he said.
| He led the unresisting Langholme
toward the little booth behind the pa
vilion. Nobody was there, Sammy
having squared the booth man. With
a deft, unexpected movement of the
arm, Sammy thrust gag into Mr..
Langholme's mouth. Then he threw
him on the floor behind the booth and
tied him fast with rope that he
had taken from about his waist.
Next instant shouts of 'Langholme!
Next mani" resounded, and Sammy
saw one of the Gentlemen walking
off the field with his wicket down.
Sammy hastily thrust on pair Of
knee-guards, took the bat that lay be.
side the glazing, speechless Mr.. Lang.
holme, and walked out into the field.
"Langholme's had a stroke" he ex.
planned truthfully to the retiring bats.
man. I've taken his place."
A minute later he was standing be.
fore his wicket, facing the demon
Hobbs, % yards away. Beside him
stood a second batsman. Sammy
didn't know why he was standing
there, but he didn't care, either. II
he could hit the ball with baseball
bat, what couldn't he do with the club
in his hand? He held it over his
shoulder instead of putting it down IL
the block. The spectators gasped.
"Playl" yelled the umpire. The de
mons arm went up above his head
and the ball trundled slowly toward
Sammy. Sammy let fly, and the bal
went spinning across the field. Mex,
instant the second batsman was al
his side.
run, sir" he gasped. Rum" Ane
Sammy ran to the opposite wicket
Next minute the batsman was back
at his side again.
Run, sirl" he gasped
So Sammy ran again, and then
again. 1t was firing work, and, not
understanding that he was to stop
when the ball was retrieved, he start.
ed fourth time, and only got back
to his crease without having his
wicket down by miracle of luck.
The demon scowled and sent down
a high lob. Sammy, half way across
the pitch, caught it and sent it beyond
the boundary.
Get back!" yelled the other bats.
man. That's boundary. That's a
four hit"
Then Sammy understood something
of the principle. When you hit the
ball you ran, but If you could hit II
beyond the boundary you scored four
automatically. That was easier
After thae Sammy began hitting
four every time. OF course, he had
intervals of rest, because every 18th
or sixth ball the field dissolved iike
a kaleidoscope and he found himself
standing idly beside the bowler. But
then again the field would be rear.
ranged, and Sammy would face the de.
mon Hobbs, who, much discounted
would try him with new kinds OF
balls. There were fast balls and slow
balls, spinning balls and breaking
balls. Sammy didn't care. Each ball
went to the boundary for four. The
field was extended almost to the boun
Diary to stop his strikes, but they
failed. The ball went whizzing over
their heads. In half an hour Sammy s
score stood at $50, and the cheers Of
the spectators were continuous.
In two hours Sammy had passed
the two hundred mark He didn't
care anything about Hobbs now, OF
any of the other bowlers With his
bat over his shoulder he just waited
and then, shutting one eye, he swiped.
The Players were demoralized.
But the Gentlemen did not win
They were some 200 points ahead, and
still going strong, when time was
called And Sammy, still with the bat
over his shoulder, found himself sur
rounded by cheering, raving mob.
| The first face ha Iookad ;,to 49,.