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He knew Herbert had come to Wyndham after changing his clothes for dry ones, following his rescue from the river by Grant, but Phil had not put eyes on the fellow since his arrival on the scene of the game. It seemed very strange that Rackliff should not be somewhere on hand to watch the progress of the contest.
I hope I lose that mum-money, and, if you'll trust me, I'll do my level best to make myself lose it." The Oakdale captain turned on Rackliff. "Get off the field," he ordered sternly. "Get back where you belong, and be quick about it." Herbert retired, his last remaining hope being that Phil would go to pieces in the ninth.
Still, if I come out publicly and warn Roger, Rackliff may get sore and blow around that part of the money he bet on Wyndham belonged to me."
"Oh, I just wanted to know," chuckled Rackliff. "Get your loose change together and let me handle it. If I don't double it for you to-morrow I'll agree to stand any loss you may sustain. You won't be even taking a chance. What do you say?" "Well, if you're as confident as that," answered Roy, "I'm certainly going to raise a little money somehow to bet on that game."
"I didn't th-think quick enough." He saw Grant's head appear above the surface and beheld the Texan striking out toward Rackliff with strong strokes that sent him forging through the water. The gathering crowd on the bridge began to cheer the rescuer. "Of course!" whispered Phil savagely. "It's another feather in his cap!
Hooker was still sitting hunched on the bleachers, when Rackliff, having lighted a fresh cigarette, came sauntering languidly toward him. "Hello, Roy, old sport," saluted the city youth. "You look lonesome." "I'm not," retorted Hooker shortly. "Well, you're not practicing, and you must be tired of watching the animals perform.
"I heard Barker confidentially admitting to Eliot," pursued Rackliff serenely, "that he was greatly surprised in the showing Grant had made and was not at all sure but the fellow would eventually become a better pitcher than Springer." "Say, that would make Springer feel good, the blooming chump!" cried Roy, rising to his feet.
"Hey!" cried Phil, dodging. "What are you trying to do, Hooker?" But it was not Hooker who shut off the motor and tumbled off the machine as it slackened speed. It was Herbert Rackliff, soaked, mud-bespattered, limp and in a temper. "Why in the dickens don't you get out of a fellow's way?" snapped Herbert, supporting the machine and glaring round at Phil.
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.
"Too bad little Herbie Rackliff isn't here to witness the fate of his chum, the wonderful pitcher from Boston," laughed Jack Nelson. "Where is Rackliff?" questioned Stone. "Why, don't you know? He's sick abed; just went down flat after reaching this town, and had to have a doctor."
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