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Her driver Moses was a favorite negro, who had a weakness for drink: he had several times tried her fortitude and temper severely by upsetting her into a gully by the roadside leading to Bellville, fortunately with no serious consequences to her, unfortunately with none to himself. On one occasion, Mrs.
The Bellville players were more matured, and some of them were former college cracks. Wayne saw that he had his work cut out for him. The whistle blew. The Bellville team trotted to their position in the field; the umpire called play, and tossed a ball to Mackay, the long, lean Georgetown pitcher.
They reached Bellville about midnight, and, as they rode up, a window was raised, showing that the brave proprietress was on the qui vive. She demanded, in a quiet, fearless voice, "Who is there?" They explained the object of their visit, but pleaded and remonstrated ineffectually.
Wayne laid down the Salisbury Gazette, with a little laugh of amusement, yet feeling a vague, disquieting sense of something akin to regret. "Pretty decent of that chap not to roast me," he soliloquized. Somewhere he had heard that Salisbury maintained an unsalaried team. It was notorious among college athletes that the Bellville Club paid for the services of distinguished players.
He knew that if he had control of his high inshoot, these Bellville players would feel the whiz of some speed under their chins. He struck Moore out, retired Reed on a measly fly, and made Clark hit a weak grounder to second; and he walked in to the bench assured of the outcome.
Presently Huling and the other players broke for the car, soon surrounding it in breathless anticipation. "Wayne, is it straight? You'll pitch for us tomorrow?" demanded the captain, with shining eyes. "Surely I will. Bellville don't need me. They've got Mackay, of Georgetown," replied Wayne.
Hugh quickly added; at which both the others gasped in wonder, though realizing that what the patrol leader had said was actually true. "Whatever can it mean?" stammered Bud. "Say, do you know it makes me think of something I heard over at Bellville during county fair week!" burst out Ralph. "Meaning an aeroplane?" declared Hugh. "Just what it was, Hugh," returned Ralph.
With face positively flaming he flung it far beyond the merry crowd, over into a swamp. Then he limped for the bench. Which throw ended the most memorable game ever recorded to the credit of the "rabbit." "Fate has decreed more bad luck for Salisbury in Saturday's game with Bellville.
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