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There was a sign of some kind, almost imperceptible, between Kane and Reddie. As Wehying half turned in his swing to pitch, Reddie Ray bounded homeward. It was not so much the boldness of his action as the amazing swiftness of it that held the audience spellbound. Like a thunderbolt Reddie came down the line, almost beating Wehying's pitch to the plate.
Reddie turned first base, flitted on toward second, went headlong in the dust, and shot to the base before White got the throw-in from Babcock. Then, as White wheeled and lined the ball home to catch the scoring Clammer, Reddie Ray leaped up, got his sprinter's start and, like a rocket, was off for third.
Gilbat lost the game; Clammer throwed it away again, and now Reddie Ray's due to win it.... I'm all in, but I wouldn't miss the finish to save my life." Delaney's deep presaging sense of baseball events was never put to a greater test. And the seven Stars, with the score tied, exhibited the temper and timber of a championship team in the last ditch.
The suspense grew almost unbearable as the ball soared in its parabolic flight and the red-haired runner streaked dark across the green. The ball seemed never to be coming down. And when it began to descend and reached a point perhaps fifty feet above the ground there appeared more distance between where it would alight and where Reddie was than anything human could cover.
Reddie I recognised the real source of the amazing self-complacency displayed by the true paradoxist. The very insufficiency of the knowledge which a paradoxist possesses of his subject, affords the measure of his estimate of the care with which other men have studied that subject.
I can't imagine what Violet could see in him." Mr. 'Coon sighed and took time to fill his pipe before he went on. "That was the war I thought of making," he went on, after a minute or two, "and that was all there was of it. I took a walk over to see a good friend of mine, in those days, a young Mr. Bear named Redfield, generally called Cousin Redfield, or Reddie. Mr.
"A pigeon." "Where?" "Up yonder! and I declare! It is yours, Redbud." "Mine?" "Yes see! he is sweeping nearer pretty pigeon!" "Oh now I see him but it is a mere speck; what clear sight you have!" Verty smiled. "The fact is, I was brought up in the woods," he said. "I know; but can you recognize ?" "Your pigeon, Reddie? oh, yes! It is the one I shot that day, and followed." "Yes "
"Not so well. I've been down and out." "Sorry. Suppose that's why you haven't called me up for so long?" "Well, Buddy, I can't lay it all to that.... And how're you?" The answer did not come. So Lane repeated his query. "Well, I'm still hobbling round on one leg," replied Blair. "That's good. Tell me about Reddie." Again the reply was long in coming.... "Haven't you heard about Red?" "No."
"Little Reddie Bear liked all these things very much, but best of all he liked the molasses.
And when the very first ball pitched to Scott hit him on the leg, giving him his base, Delaney got to his feet, unsteady and hoarse. Bases full, Reddie Ray up, three runs to tie! Delaney looked at Reddie. And Reddie looked at Delaney. The manager's face was pale, intent, with a little smile. The player had eyes of fire, a lean, bulging jaw and the hands he reached for his bat clutched like talons.
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