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Updated: June 14, 2025
The Rube was down on the card to pitch and when he started to warm up Nan said confidently that he would shut out Hartford that afternoon. "I'm sorry, Nan, but you're way off. We'd do well to win at all, let alone get a shutout." "You're a fine manager!" she retorted, hotly. "Why won't we win?" "Well, the Rube's not in good form. The Rube " "Stop calling him that horrid name."
The Rube pitched with heavy, violent effort. He had still enough speed to be dangerous. But after the manner of ball players Shultz and the coachers mocked him. "Take all you can," called Ellis to Shultz. Every pitch lessened the Rube's strength and these wise opponents knew it. Likewise the Rube himself knew, and never had he shown better head work than in this inning.
At dusk, when it was time for Rube's return, Kiddie got ready some venison cutlets and chipped potatoes for frying with them for supper. But before beginning his cooking he waited until he should hear Rube's signal call from afar. He sat by the fire listening for it with his eyes bent on the slope of the hill where he expected Rube to appear.
Some of them made a grab for their knives, but they had no time to use them. In a moment their eyes would seem to start from their heads; and then, as he threw 'em away, they fell in a dead lump." How long this went on I can't say some minutes, though when a Mexican snatched the lasso, which every Mexican carries, from the saddle of El Zeres' horse, and dropped the noose over Rube's neck.
Said I'd get rheumatic fever and pneumonia, and threatened to take me back home if I went, and I told her she couldn't unless I got help to move the wagon, and so here I am." Rube's great face had never ceased to beam, and now, as the girl paused for breath, he turned for home. "Guess I'll jest get the team out. Gee!" And he went off at a great gait.
The last thing I made out was Nan pressing close to the Rube's side. That moment saw their reconciliation and my joy that it was the end of the Rube's Honeymoon. It was about the sixth inning that I suspected the Rube of weakening. For that matter he had not pitched anything resembling his usual brand of baseball.
I knew that Rube's death or capture could not have benefited me; but I could not help reflecting on the strange stratagem by which the old fox had saved himself. I was not allowed much time for reflection. Two of the savages, seizing me by the arms, dragged me up to the still blazing ruin. On, heavens! was it for this Dacoma had saved me from their tomahawks? for this, the most cruel of deaths!
He was not long over the operation of getting a pad of lint on the wound and binding a rough bandage round Rube's head. Then he stood up. "Now let me give you a leg up on to my pony," he said. "What about yourself?" objected Rube. "Ain't yer goin' to do any more fightin'? The battle ain't finished yet." "Fightin'?" repeated Kiddie. "Oh, no; not now. I'm going to take you back to the rear.
Leather's some torn; but I reckon mother c'n fix it up; same's she done my moccasins when I tore 'em in the bush, trackin' a lynx." "The saddle is of no consequence if Regent is all right," Kiddie assured him. "Regent is the name of the bay. He's an English hunter; doesn't know anything about the work of a prairie pony." Rube's mother had done her best to provide a good meal for the hungry men.
One more hard scrap and we're done! Of all the up-hill fights any bunch ever made to land the flag, our has been the best. You're the best team I ever managed, the gamest gang of ball players that ever stepped in spikes. We've played in the hardest kind of luck all season, except that short trip we called the Rube's Honeymoon.
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