Evening journal., 1921-03-19
CHAPTER XIII.

CHAPTER XIII.
Minus a manager and tint best
bet in tho box. the Evergreen Wild
cats had not Jared we'll against the
Eastern Ailstars- When V. Morgan
Brewster and yours bresthiessiy
blew In al the end OF the fourth
frame-folio owing another wicked
dash in the ozone-the game seem
ed lost.
The score was TO ?. The boys
didn't have thir old JAZZ Nanny
Hatton's hooks weren't fooling any
hitters. and Lcgree. the ex-Prince-
ton chucker on The mound for the
hated opposition. was going great
guns
To make things tougher. Nanny
had stopped a drive on the end OF
his finger and was sticking solely on
his nerve.
But the arrival Of Brewster and
myself popped up the gang. They
let loose a yell. Brewster hurried
into a suit. Though he had been up
all night and had gone through
some astounding experiences he in
sisted he felt fine and At. He took
the slab at the first OF the sixth
stanza-
'Manny's finger is on the blink"
remark. "He oughta be on the
bench. but there's a guy in the
lineup"
Leave the traitor In until the
game IS over" Brewster utters, very
grim. He may give himself away
in this contest"
let him have his way. Truth OF
the matter is, was rather dazed by
all the happenings Of the last few
hours.
BY all rights Brewster should be
pretty nearly all IN. Yet he seemed
to have more speed and stun than
ever. Three men went out in a
row. SO did our three.
OF course. 20 ucan never tell about
a ball player. once I had a HEAVIER
who went on a drunk Saturday
night and never had a minutes rest
on Sunday morning ne pitched a
no-hit game. I'll admit that hap
pens rarely like bicuspids in hen
but you never can tell.
Brewster held 'em in the seventh.
and again we took a turn with the
hickory.
Lucky seventh Lucky seventh"
warble. Come on, boys"
DOYLE doubled on the first ball.
and we began to whoop. V. Nor
gan tried hard, but grounded out.
Worth looked 'em over like a watch
maker testing hairsprings and drew
a free ticket. Then Muddy Clay
showed his shirt in front OF the
appie. and got by with IL. packed
house greeted Robin Wrigley, who
was playing second base.
Iegree was taking his time, ike
a real pitcher. and the count went
n two and three. Then Wrigley let
a straight one cut the can. and was
out.
'Blahl" 1 grunt Come ON. big
hoy do somethingl"
II he'd only give me fas. one.'
eighs Tiny Crumb. But he has a
slow hook I can't seem TO torch!'
And I saw our demon slugger
miss two OF those slow hooks by a
foot. groaned. Tiny suddenly
looked toward the bench, and not
toward the pitcher at all. Noting
mis- Ieeree quickly whipped the
onion away from him. II the batter
was roAuY 10 20 ~ oiNNf
ready TO take advantage.
But the big fellow hadn't gone te
sleep. He turned and met that iast
straight one with mighty wallop
don't know in what part OF toWi
hat orange landed. IL wasn't IN
side the ban farm, anyway once
more Tiny had pulled a Babe Ruth
and simon" Legree looked ike th'
last act of Uncle Toms Cabin.
well. the big slickerl' l yodel
who told him to get clever ina
wave" And Legree thought he wal
sneaking Il acrossl Oh, boy
THAT was all for the seventh, bu
hits bv Bloom and Doyle tied thing
D, the eighth. Then ensued a rea
twirling duel until the first OF tn
IAN canto. V. Morgan Brewste
felt the strain. Two men got ol
uith nobody down. But Curl
ploom made a wonderful catch Of
roul and Muddy Clay killed on
second man.
Facing Brawn, Of Harvard, dan
rerous batsman, Brewster eNerte'
every remaining ounce OF energy
rfo got two strikes across and pu
tbe htteir i'm the hole. Brawn bi
al a slow curve and rolled the easi
est chance in the world to Robii
Wrieley. Curslng bitterly, he ra
intellectually toward first. An
then
Wrigley let the apple roll betwee
his legs, and two runs scored befor
Crumb retrieved the agate.
swore. Brewster turned, an
almost walked out of the box.
knew how he felt There wasn't
thing on the next ball he pitched
hut lucklly the batter flew out I