It was a close play, but Buck caught McCann as the latter"s hand was fully six inches from the bag.
"Out at second!" declared Carker.
There was a hush as the runner scrambled to his feet.
"What?" roared McCann, rushing at Carker and seizing him in a fury. "Did you call me out, you chump? What do you mean?"
He swung Greg round roughly.
Frank promptly reached for the back of McCann"s neck. His fingers closed there, and he sent the fellow reeling to one side.
"Hold on, Carker," he said, as Greg started to speak. He realized it was the umpire"s intention to put McCann out of the game.
There were indications that the crowd of toughs contemplated rushing onto the field.
Bill Hunker sprang in front of those men and roared:
"I"ll put the irons on the first son of a gun who ducks under that rope!"
That stopped them.
McCann was livid with fury. It seemed that he meant to spring at Merriwell, who stood calmly facing him.
"Hold on, you!" said Frank, shaking a finger at the captain of the Rovers. "I want to say just one word, and then you may come at me if you feel like it. I kept the umpire from putting you out of the game. You were out at second, and you know it. If you lift your hand against Carker during the remainder of this game or make any insulting talk to him, I"ll back him up if he orders you off the field. Perhaps your team can get along without you. Perhaps it will be better off without you.
Take the matter into consideration."
On the temporary bleachers a crowd of Farnham Hall lads, led by Dale Sparkfair, gave a cheer for Merry.
As this cheer died away Uncle Eb Small rose in the stand, waved his crooked cane, and shrilly cried:
"That"s right, Frank--that"s jest right! We"re here to see a game of baseball and not a fight! All the same, if them fellers start a row, we"ll back you up to the finish! We know you"re a gentleman on the baseball field and off it. You"ve gut the sympathy of every decent man here."
"That"s right! that"s right!" came from all sides of the field.
Basil Bearover stepped out from the bench and called McCann"s attention.
"Play ball, Mike," he said. "We can win, anyhow. Let the umpire alone."
Muttering to himself, the captain of the Rovers walked in from the field.
Things simmered down at once. At last the visiting players and the sympathizing crowd of thugs realized that the sentiment of the crowd would not tolerate such conduct as McCann"s. The Merries were not frightened by it, and Frank had prepared to quell any outbreak of ruffianism.
Toby Mertez tried hard for a hit, fouling the ball a number of times.
Finally he put up a high foul, which Hodge gathered in.
Grifford was regarded as one of the heaviest and surest hitters among the visitors. Nevertheless, to his astonishment, he missed the first two b.a.l.l.s pitched by Frank, although both crossed the pan. Two wide ones followed, and then Hodge called for the double shoot.
Merry threw his great curve for the first time that day, and again Grifford missed.
"Three strikes--you"re out!" rang forth Carker"s decision.
The first inning was over.
CHAPTER XLI.
THE HOUR AND THE MAN.
Casper Silence succeeded in repressing his anxiety and disappointment as inning after inning pa.s.sed and neither side secured a run.
The Rovers had fancied ere beginning the game that it would be an easy thing to down Merriwell"s team. They had believed Frank"s reputation as a pitcher to be exaggerated. They were confident of their batting ability, but gradually that confidence weakened before the wonderful boxwork of Merriwell, who seemed in his best form. Fortunately most of the decisions against the visitors were not close, and there were few excuses for kicks had McCann and the men been inclined to keep it up.
Ephraim Gallup could not throw off his feeling of anxiety and nervousness, and he was thankful as the innings pa.s.sed and no opportunity came for him to display what he could do in the field. At bat he was a failure. In past days Gallup had batted well, but to-day Merriwell"s wisdom in placing him far down on the batting order became apparent as the Vermonter continued to strike out. In the sixth inning Ephraim had a chance to drive in a run, for, with two men gone, the Merries pushed a runner round to third.
Again Ephraim struck out.
"You vos a peach uf a hitter--I don"d pelief!" sneered Dunnerwurst.
"Gol dinged if I could hit a haouse!" muttered Gallup. "I"m jest abaout the rottenest thing that ever swung a bat! I wish I was to hum on the farm!"
In the last of the seventh the Rovers had their opportunity. With one man out, they landed a runner on the third corner. The next hitter succeeded in lifting a short fly to center field.
Gallup made a wonderful run for the ball, but m.u.f.fed it, although it struck fairly in his hands. As Ephraim dropped the ball the runner at third started for the plate.
Now Gallup had a reputation as a thrower. Many a time from deep center he had cut off a man at the plate. With remarkable quickness for one who seemed so awkward he caught up the ball and lined it to Hodge.
Had Ephraim taken more time it would have been better for him. His anxiety caused him to throw with too much haste, and, as a result, the ball pa.s.sed fully ten feet over Bart"s head.
The runner scored.
Before Hodge could recover the ball and return it to the diamond the man who had hit it was safe on third.
Basil Bearover slapped Casper Silence on the shoulder.
"We"ve got them now!" he chuckled. "They"ll never get a run off Bender!
The game is ours! You"ve won that ten thousand!"
"It looks that way," replied Silence, as he produced a fresh cigarette and lighted it. "It"s a pretty good thing for me that we have got them.
I counted on winning this game a great deal easier than this. Had we lost, I"d been practically busted. I"m afraid the Rovers would have been compelled to disband."
Imagine the feelings of Gallup. After making that throw Ephraim walked round and round in a circle for at least half a dozen times.
"That"s abaout the most expensive gol-darned fool thing I ever done!" he mumbled to himself. "Waal, by gum, I deserve it! Any man that"s fool enough to bet every dollar he"s gut in the world on a baseball game oughter lose. I don"t keer a rap for myself, but Frank was right in saying I had no business to throw away money that my wife and kid has a claim on. I guess this will teach me a lesson. I won"t be able to look Teresa in the face arter this game is over."
He was aroused by Merry"s voice calling him to take his position and play ball.