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"I'm glad as far as he is concerned," Springer whispered to himself; "but I'm sus-sorry for the rest of the fellows. It's a rotten piece of business, and Rackliff ought to be ashamed of himself." Where was Rackliff?
"So long, fellows," said the boy from Barville, as they turned up Main Street. "You'll have a chance to be happy Saturday. Bet all you can on it, Rackliff, old fel." Thus began the friendship between Roy Hooker and Herbert Rackliff. Henceforth they were seen together a great deal.
"You don't have to worry yourself about it," returned Roy warmly. "It's mine, and I presume I can do anything I please with it." "Awful touchy to-night," muttered Rackliff. He lighted a cigarette, but the first whiff threw him into a most distressing fit of coughing and he flung it out through the open door. "Can't seem to get anything out of a smoke," he complained.
Barely had Sile Crane flung over his shoulder the words, "Aw, go lay down!" directed toward Rackliff when, to the surprise of very many beside Eliot, Roberts landed hard on Springer's straight one, driving it toward center field. Fortunately, Stone had little trouble in reaching the ball and catching it. "Hard luck, Len," sounded the voice of Rackliff, as Oakdale's burst of applause died down.
A dozen persons were running down toward the point for which Rodney Grant was heading, all eager to take some part in the exciting rescue. Of the boys who had rushed to the scene, Springer was the only one who remained on the bridge. He waited until he beheld Grant stand on his feet in shallow water and wade toward the bank, bearing Rackliff in his arms.
"I don't see why you take so much interest," he wondered. "You must have a reason." Herbert shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps so," he admitted. "Are you ready? Let's get a move on before the bunch comes over." They left the gymnasium, and walked down the street together. Hooker had conceived a sudden, singular interest in Rackliff.
"So you're going to chase the games up, are you?" laughed Rackliff. "I thought perhaps you'd be so sore you'd keep away from them." "What, and lose the chance of seeing Oakdale beaten? Why, I wouldn't miss that first game with Barville for anything." "But you don't have to go out of this town to see that game. Give it to me straight, Roy, is that fellow Sanger really much of a pitcher?
In spite of the fact that circumstances and mutual sympathies had led him into taking up with the city boy, he did not feel that a fellow of Herbert's stamp was wholly to be trusted. "Nun-no," mocked Rackliff with an intonation of resentment. "I swear that was weak! I believe you are shaky. If so you'd better take your money back quick." "No, no," objected Springer. "It's all right.
"What the dickens does this mean?" exclaimed Rackliff, his wondering eyes flashing over Phil from head to heels. "Nothing," was the answer, "only Grant's hurt, and I'm going onto the bub-bench as spare man at Eliot's request." An odd smile twisted Rackliff's lips. "Now wouldn't that kill you dead!" he coughed. "At Eliot's request! Ha! ha! ha! If he only knew!
"Great Caesar!" muttered Roy, who was again standing. "You did that? How " "Oh, I'm surprised at your dullness," laughed Rackliff. "You heard me coaching. You heard me calling out for the batters to 'get into it, 'hit it out, 'drop on it, 'give it a rise, and so forth." "Yes." "Yes; well, there you are. When I said 'get into it, it meant that Springer would pitch an in-shoot.
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