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"Rackliff," he said, "if you really mean business, if you've got fifteen dollars you want to bet on Barville, meet me at the post office at noon, and I'll have the money to go you." "Excellent," murmured Herbert, breathing forth a little thin blue smoke. "I'll be there with my money. Don't forget the appointment, Springer."

By this time Springer had recovered, and he ventured to ask: "What's this Rackliff tells me about the gug-game going nine innings? It began to rain in the fifth and, wishing to get home as soon as I could, I ducked when that was over. I didn't have an idea " "It didn't rain any to speak of until long after the full game was over," said Hooker.

Herbert Rackliff saw no more baseball after the Wyndham game, for his parents were notified that he had contracted a pronounced case of pulmonary trouble, and, this being confirmed later by the family physician, he was hurriedly shipped to Colorado, in hopes that the dry and bracing atmosphere of that State might restore him to health.

"I haven't counted it yet," answered Roy, thrusting his hand into his pocket and looking around, as if apprehensive that they were being watched. "I say, Herb, are you really dead sure that Barville will win this afternoon?" Rackliff sighed. "As sure as one can be of anything in this old world. Hook, you've got cold feet." "Well, I wouldn't want to lose this money. I can't afford to lose it.

I'm pretty sure the governor simply chucked me down here for a term, as sort of a warning. I'll go back for good when the term's over." "Well, now if you fellows really want to see Oakdale surprised, and enjoy the pleasure of witnessing Barville hand 'em a good trimming, perhaps you won't say anything about our new catcher." "Not a word," promised Hooker. "Not a whisper," assured Rackliff.

What does he know about scientific fighting? I had made up my mum-mind to take care that it was a regular fight by rounds, with seconds and a referee to see fair play. I'd certainly fixed him that way, all right." Still, to his annoyance, Rackliff seemed doubtful. "Perhaps you would, but if he'd ever got in one wallop " "Oh, you make me tut-tired!" exclaimed Springer.

"I caught the three-twelve train from Clearport," said Phil, unconsciously starting to follow Rackliff. "Huh!" grunted the other. "Know you did, but you didn't wait to see the finish. If you had " By this time Springer was at the speaker's side and had seized his mud-spattered, rain-soaked sleeve. "What are you talking about?" he cried. "Rain stopped the game right after the fifth.

Fighting against such odds without knowledge of the fact seemed to Phil to be a most outrageous thing, and he pledged himself that, from this day forward, he would have no more dealings with Rackliff.

The efforts of the coachers to put Sanger off his feet, however, were fruitless, Crane fanning, Grant expiring on a foul which Copley took thirty feet behind the pan, and Cooper perishing in an effort to beat a slow grounder to first. With the beginning of the fifth Rackliff again called encouragement to the batters, having strolled back to the ropes a little further down beyond first base.

"Oh, I don't know about that," retorted Rackliff resentfully. "I guess I'm about as strong as the average fellow; but I tell you he's a holy terror a perfect Hercules. I thought every minute he'd open on you. I don't see why he didn't, for you rubbed it in to the limit." "He didn't dare, that's the reason why," declared Springer.

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