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He didn't want to pitch anyhow, but the captain just shoved him in; so when he got tired and Wyndham seemed to have a safe lead, he just lobbed the ball over and let Clearport hit. Of course he was taken out, and that gave him a chance to look on while Twitt Crowell did the heavy work." "If that's right," said Phil, "Newbert can't be trusted. Why, he might have thrown the game away."
Foxhall adjusted his goggles, switched on the current, and pressed a button that started the engine. "Ho! ho! We're off!" cried Newbert. "Just watch 'em rubber when we zip down through town. There's a bump this side of the bridge; hang on when we strike it, Herb."
Conway's boarding house in Oakdale and stopped. The occupants of the car did not belong in Oakdale; they came from Wyndham, and the machine was the property of the father of the oldest one, who was at the wheel. This was Orville Foxhall, second baseman of the Wyndham nine. At Foxhall's side sat a husky, raw-boned, long-armed chap, Dade Newbert, the pitcher on which Wyndham placed great dependence.
Success, however, was costly; for, in attempting to turn aside and shoot past, the wheel was pulled too sharply, and the machine struck the wooden railing of the bridge, through which it cut as if the railing had been built of cardboard. Dade Newbert was the only one who managed to leap from the machine ere it crashed through that railing and shot off in a clean leap for the water below.
But Berlin, trusting the speedy Nelson to take advantage of it, bunted the first ball. His confidence in Nelson was not misplaced, Jack sprinting to the plate, while the baffled home players bestirred themselves too late even to get Barker, whose bunt went for a safe hit. The score was tied. Foxhall, rushing up to Newbert, whispered excitedly: "They've changed their signals!
With the idea of leaping in to help Herbert, Newbert pulled off his coat; but before he could make the plunge some one flung him aside with the sweep of a muscular arm and went shooting headlong like an arrow toward the surface of the river. People were running toward the bridge from various directions.
Unimpeded by any barrier, Newbert jumped, struck the ground, plunged forward, and went sliding at full length almost beneath the wheels of the old wagon.
And then he told me I was to stay in bed, and left a lot of nasty medicine for me to take. I stayed in bed as long as I could, knowing this game was going on. Now that I'm here, how does it stand?" "Your great pup-pitcher, Newbert, was batted out in the fifth inning." "What's that? I don't believe it!" "It's a fact." "The score what's the score?"
"Don't talk that way," shivered Herbert. "I'm not anxious to shuffle off." He brought his overcoat from the wardrobe, and Newbert helped him into it, after which they descended the stairs together. Herbert was introduced to Foxhall and Snead.
"What's your idea in boosting him by putting him next to a winning proposition?" "Perhaps I can use him, too. At any rate, he can pitch some, and by keeping him raw and working him the way I am, I'm weakening the pitching staff. See?" "Oh, yes," muttered Newbert. "I swear you're a clever schemer, Herb." "Thanks.
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