"I"m willing to catch!" he said.
"You may, Bart, if I see that Ready can"t do the work. If the game seems about to be lost I"ll go into the pitcher"s box and you behind the bat, and we"ll pull the nine out of the hole! Eh?"
Hodge"s eyes brightened strangely.
"We can do it, Merry! I"ll be as steady as a clock. Only I"m sorry things went the way they did and that I showed how mean I can be. I only proved what my enemies say of me. It"s too late now, but I"m ready to do what I can to make it right."
Merriwell came over and put a hand on Bart"s shoulder.
"I understand you, Bart, and few do. I know that your friendship for me is true blue, and that your heart is where it should be, even if your head runs away with you. Now we"ll get to bed. To-morrow we play ball, and I want to be in condition."
But Bart Hodge was not in condition to play ball, nor in condition for anything the next day. When morning came he had a high fever, and the doctor whom Merriwell summoned looked grave.
"He has lost sleep and been exposing himself and caught cold," he said.
"It looks like a case of pneumonia. Better send him to the hospital."
"Will he be better off at the hospital than here, if there is some one here to take care of him?"
"No, I don"t know that he will. And I was going to say that it is really too bad to move him in his condition."
"Then he will stay right here. I"ll get the best nurse to be had, and look after him all I can myself!"
And Hodge, under the best of care, remained in his room, while Merriwell"s nine, with Jack Ready as catcher and Badger as pitcher, went out to meet the team from Hartford that forenoon.
A big crowd of rooters had come over from Hartford to whoop things up for Abernathy"s men. They were enthusiastic fellows, and they made a great deal of noise. Some of them were betting men, and they flourished their money with as much confidence as if the game were already won and they were certain of raking in their winnings.
But Yale had turned out a big crowd, too, for Merriwell was immensely popular, and, of course, the Yale and New Haven crowd would naturally be the larger on the home grounds.
"We"ll have a warm time this forenoon!" Frank observed to Jack Ready.
"Torrid as the equator!" Ready answered.
"How is your nerve, old man?"
Ready dropped a finger to his pulse and seemed to be counting.
"Steady as a clock, Merry!"
"Keep it that way. There is Badger coming over for a talk with you.
We"ll begin as soon as we get a little warming up."
He looked at his watch and began to talk with Browning, while Ready and Badger drew aside to confer. Merriwell could see that Badger was a bit nervous when the game was called. There was a flush in his face and a glitter in his eyes that told of excitement, but this seemed to disappear as he took the clean new Spalding ball in his hands and entered the box.
In the grand stand Frank saw Inza, Elsie, and Winnie, and he lifted his hat to them again, though he had enjoyed a long talk with them not many minutes before. Winnie was smilingly happy. She waved her handkerchief to Badger, and the Kansan"s white teeth showed in a grim smile of determination.
"If only you and Bodge were the hattery--I mean if only you and Hodge were the battery!" Rattleton groaned in Frank"s ear.
"Don"t worry, Rattles! Just do your duty on third!" Merry answered. "We are all right!"
Thus encouraged, Harry went away happy and confident. Browning was on first, with Diamond on second. Danny Griswold was short-stop; while Dismal had the right field, Bink Stubbs center, and Joe Gamp the left.
The game opened with Merriwell"s men in the field.
The Westerner surveyed the ground and his surroundings carefully. Then planted his toe on the rubber plate and shot in a "twister." It curved inward as it neared the batter, and cut the heart of the plate. The batter had been fooled and did not swing at it.
"One strike!" called the umpire.
The batter, who was looking out for an out curve next, swung at it, and fanned the air. The Yale men, and especially the soph.o.m.ores, began to shout.
Badger thought it time to change to an out curve, and sent one in hot as a Mauser bullet. But the batter was looking for out curves. He reached for it. Crack!--away it sailed into the right field.
"Go, long legs!" was screamed at Dismal Jones, who sprinted for it with all his might.
The next man of the Hartfords at the bat was the pitcher, Pink Wilson, a fellow almost as tall and lank as Dismal Jones, with a hatchet face and a corkscrew nose. His admirers said he got that twisted nose from watching his own curves in delivering. He came up confident, thinking he understood the tricks of the Kansan pretty well, and that he would be easy. But almost before he knew it the umpire called "one strike."
"That ball must have pa.s.sed this side of the plate," he declared. "It was an in, and I had to jump to get out of the way."
"Don"t jump at shadows!" shouted a Yale soph.o.m.ore. "That ball was all right."
The umpire promptly informed Wilson that he was talking too much with his mouth.
"I"ll get him the next time!" thought the lank pitcher of the Hartfords.
"He fooled me that time, but he can"t do it again!"
But Badger did it again. Again the soph.o.m.ores began to yell. Jack Ready tossed the ball back.
Badger began to look and to feel confident, a thing that Merriwell, who was closely watching him, did not like. This time the Westerner, after almost bending himself double, gave his arm an eccentric movement and shot in another curve. Wilson struck at it desperately, and fanned out.
"He can"t keep it up!" yelled a Hartford man, who had been wildly hunting for bets a short time before, and who felt the need of whistling to keep his courage up.
Barrows, the center-fielder, came to the bat next. He went after the very first one, and got it Crack! and away the ball flew again into the right field, while the Hartford lads opened up with great vigor.
It was a hit, for everybody saw that Dismal, even though he was doing his best, could not possibly get it. Barrows raced to first, while Tillinghast, the base-runner, took second, without trouble, but stumbled and fell, so that it was impossible for him to make another bag on the hit.
Badger next tried his highest speed, and the batter fanned, but Ready dropped and fumbled the ball, being unable to hold it, and came very near letting both runners advance, although he did get the sphere down to third in time to drive them back.
Watching closely, Frank had discovered that something about Badger"s delivery bothered Ready. Badger himself saw this, and he tried a change of pace, but the batter caught it on the handle of his "wagon-tongue,"
and drove out a "scratch hit" that filled the bases.
Oleson, a Swede, almost as large as Browning, came up to the plate.
"And there were giants in those days," droned Jones, from his position in the field.
"How"s that for the giant?" cried Oleson, as he slashed yet another down into Dismal"s territory, bringing in the first score and causing the Hartford rooters to "open up."
Jones made a beautiful throw home, which sent Barrows scrambling back to third, which he reached barely in time to save himself, for Ready had lined it down to that bag in short order.
Frank was beginning to wonder if all the Hartford men were right-field hitters, or was there something in Badger"s pitching that caused them to put the b.a.l.l.s into that field? Unable to keep still, he walked down toward first, and Browning found an opportunity to say: