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Skinny Mosher dropped the sphere as if it were a hot coal. "Go easy," he cautioned. "Sid hasn't brought my glove yet." The elder Harrison boy who aspired to fill Joe Menard's place, ran over to the pitcher's box, and the tossing was resumed. From third to first, second to pitcher, and then to Silvey, and back again. Muscles became limbered and arms more certain of their mark.
Moreover, his work, unlike that of the pitcher, always shows for itself, and is therefore always appreciated. A pitcher's success depends upon many circumstances, some of which are beyond his own control, so that, no matter how faithfully or intelligently he may work, he must still suffer the annoyance and mortification of defeat.
True, he could throw the curves, and had some speed, but at his best he could not find the plate more than once out of six times, and, when disturbed or rattled, he was even worse. Like many another fellow, he erroneously believed that the ability to throw a curved ball was a pitcher's chief accomplishment. "It was lucky Springer developed so well as a twirler last year," observed Eliot.
No runs this innings for Pornell!" And the Putnamites howled themselves hoarse, while their opponents had nothing to say. But the players from the rival academy had a fine battery, and it was impossible to "get onto" their pitcher's curves during that first innings. The players went out in one, two, three order, leaving the score 0 to 0.
Lawrence Graves, his face as expressionless as a doormat, came up and batted a weak one into the diamond, being thrown out with ease. The sixth inning ended, with the score tied. Hedge returned to the pitcher's slab. "We're going to trim you to-day, Spark," asserted Walter Shackleton, as he crouched froglike behind the bat. "There are no quitters on the team now."
'How's the cows? 'All right, every one of'em, answered the lady. 'And the pigs? said Squeers. 'As well as they were when you went away. 'Come; that's a blessing, said Squeers, pulling off his great-coat. 'The boys are all as they were, I suppose? 'Oh, yes, they're well enough, replied Mrs Squeers, snappishly. 'That young Pitcher's had a fever. 'No! exclaimed Squeers.
I wish I had as many dollars as I know you won't catch a musk-rat. I could buy the Baby Pitcher's canary to-morrow. Couldn't I, pet?" Flora had come in, as she did every morning, to inquire about the musk-rat. "Buy it to-day," said Flora. "Couldn't buy it to-day for want of money." "You must not think anything about the bird," said Bertie, "for Charley never will have any money."
Springer accepted the ball tossed to him, and walked out to the pitcher's box, where he began warming up by throwing to Eliot, while the scrub batters waited around their bench. He was not in the most agreeable frame of mind, but he had no fear of the scrub players.
In the next half inning our opponents, by clean drives, scored two runs and we in our turn again went out ignominiously. When the first of the eighth came we were desperate and clamored for the "rabbit." "I've sneaked it in," said Merritt, with a low voice. "Got it to the umpire on the last passed ball. See, the pitcher's got it now. Boys, it's all off but the fireworks! Now, break loose!"
It's part of the game. Now here's the box, where I've put this dab of marmalade, and here's the pitcher, winding up." "The pitcher would be equivalent to our bowler?" "I guess so, though why you should call him a bowler gets past me." "The box, then, is the bowler's wicket?" "Have it your own way. Now pay attention. Play ball! Pitcher's winding up. Put it over, Mike, put it over! Some speed, kid!
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