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I'd been rolling around in a rummy old motor-boat for hours and hours, with a stalled engine, and a norther howling down the coast. Came sailing out in a crazy catboat, Valentina did, and towed me in. She knew nothing about who I was, mind you, but that made no difference to her or Pop Tozier. From then on there wasn't anything in Sand Spur too good for me. And now but where is she?"
Looking at the bright red so prominent in the North Grammar uniforms, there could be no doubt as to which nine had been dubbed the "Chromos." "Mr. Umpire," called Hi angrily, "have you power to preserve order here to-day?" "I'll do my best," agreed Tozier. "But this is an open field that any one may enter, and there are no police here."
Ben Tozier, of the High School baseball nine, had been accepted as umpire for the day. He now came forward to meet Captain Dick's company. "My, but you youngsters look about the finest ever," announced Ben. "I hope you can play as well as you look. Captain Prescott, do you claim any time for practice?" "Not if it's time to begin playing," Dick answered. "Yes; it is.
“Wall, yes,” an admission which he seemed not yet willing to leave unqualified; for he went on “It don’t do to alluz speak out open an’ above boards, leastways not thar in Cornstalk. But I’ll ’low to you, it’s my opinion the colonel acted hasty. It’s true ’nough, the young feller hed drawed, but ez I said to Tozier, thet’s no reason to persume it was his intention to use his gun.”
"You win," says I. "The styles in Sand Spur ain't changed any. But this is Fifth Avenue, remember." "Torchy," says he, droppin' one of his big paws on my shoulder, "what I shall always remember about Valentina Tozier is this: that when she picked me up out on the Gulf I was in a bad way.
It looked like a chest-high ball as it came, and was so slow that Hi threw back his bat to slam it. "A home run on this!" thought Hi exultantly. From the sides of the field came a mocking laugh, for the ball had dropped, leaving Hi pounding wildly at the air. "Strike one!" called Ben Tozier, slipping a pebble to his other hand. Dick smiled quietly as the ball came back to him.
Second baseman held up the ball in his right hand. "Safe, safe!" yelled the gleeful Central spectators. "Out! That was out!" hoarsely declared the boosters for the North Grammars. "Safe at second," called Ben Tozier steadily. "Oh, you ape of an umpire!" grunted Hi Martin disgustedly, as he mitted the ball from second. For an instant he watched Dick, who was edging away from second.
He turned again to discharge an accumulation of tobacco juice into a thick border of violets, and resumed. “You see a hot-blooded young feller, ez wouldn’t take no more ’an give no odds, stranger or no stranger in the town, he couldn’t ixpect civil treatment; leastways not from Colonel Bill Klayton. Ez I said to Tozier ”
"Runner out at third," called Tozier in a singsong voice. "Side out!" "Yet who cared?" Dick's wonderful blow on the leather had brought three men in safe. The Souths followed at bat. One, two, three, Prescott struck them out. Ted Teall's face looked solemn, indeed. "Wells, we've simply got to hold these fellows down," grunted Teall to his catcher in the brief conference for which there was time.
"We'll go to bat, then," decided Prescott. "We might as well begin to pile up the score that we're going to make." "We'll show you how you're not going to make it," Ted grinned. "Remember, Prescott, that I and Wells are the battery to-day." "What you need," laughed Dick, "is a good right fielder and a star third baseman." "Huh!" grunted Teall. "Get to your places," ordered Tozier briskly.
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