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Updated: June 18, 2025
It looked as if they had the game tucked away; but Wyndham rose to the emergency in the last half and got two, which let them out with a victory." "If Clearport can play like that away from home," observed Sleuth Piper, "my deduction is that she will be a terror to beat on her own field." Springer, dressed, stowed his playing clothes in a locker and walked out of the gymnasium unnoticed.
"I suppose you've heard how Wyndham actually buried Barville last Saturday. The score was seventeen to three something awful." "But Clearport came mum-mighty near beating Wyndham the week before." Herbert winked wisely. "Maybe they did, and maybe they didn't," he said. "Oh, but they did! They batted Wyndham's new pitcher, Newbert, off the slab." At this Rackliff laughed. "Tell it to the marines.
"Got a cold, eh?" said Rodney sympathetically. "You caught it sitting on the bench during the last four innings of that game, I reckon. I remember now that you didn't even put on your sweater." "Yes, I guess that's when I got it," agreed Phil. "Well, you've got to shake it in time for the game with Clearport. That's when you'll even things up."
He'll do the dirty work they would have given you if you'd let them, while Grant will get all the glory." Springer laughed. "Perhaps he won't get as much glory as he expects. Clearport came near batting him out. Wait until he goes against Wyndham next Saturday." "Now you're talking!" exclaimed Rackliff with enthusiasm. "There will be something coming to him then.
Barely had the train carried him out of Clearport before he began to regret his hasty action in running away, but it was then too late to turn back. "I suppose some of the fellows will think it rotten of me to sneak," he muttered, "but the game was practically over, and there was no reason why I shouldn't get back home as soon as I could.
"Just getting back from Clearport," answered Herbert, with a sour laugh. "If I owned this old mess of junk I'd pay somebody to take it away. She stopped twice on me and skidded me into the ditch once. Came mighty near leaving her there and hoofing it."
By this foolish action Phil lost a golden opportunity to put himself "right" with his teammates. For in the eighth inning, with the score 7 to 2 in favor of the visitors, Clearport seemed at last to take Rodney Grant's measure, and, aided by errors on the part of Oakdale, they went after him with a fierceness that threatened to drive him off the slab.
That was odd; just began to rain here about half an hour ago." "It began to pour at Clearport right in the middle of the game," declared Phil. "I was just ready to relieve Grant, for he he was sort of sort of sus-showing signs of weakening. Eliot had sus-started me to warming up, but it it began to rain, and that sus-settled it."
He was not a little surprised as he stepped off the train to find it was not raining, although the sky was still heavy and threatening, as if the downpour might come at any moment. "It certainly is coming down in Clearport, just the same. It had begun before I hiked. Hiked! I hate that word; Grant uses it. Clearport is nineteen miles away, and it frequently rains there when it doesn't here."
Feeling that he could not contain himself, he was turning to Eliot when, to his amazement, he saw the fellows rising from the bench and starting toward the field; for while he had been thus bitterly absorbed the first three Oakdalers had faced Oakes, the Clearport pitcher, and not one of them had reached first base.
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