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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Captain Martin, have you any choice?" inquired Prescott politely. "I didn't win the toss," Hi returned sulkily. "But we'll give you your choice if you have any," Dick insisted. "We'd rather go to bat," Hi observed. "Then, Mr. Umpire," continued Dick, turning to Tozier, "the Centrals choose the field." "Get to your places," nodded Ben. "Martin at bat; Percival on deck," called the score-keeper.
The second man for the Souths struck out. "Teall at bat!" called the score-keeper. Hi Martin and a lot of the North Grammar boys had come to the field late. Hi didn't like to see the score two to nothing in favor of the Centrals. He would have preferred to have the Souths win. "Let's get Prescott rattled?" whispered Martin. "I don't believe you can do it," replied Bill Rodgers.
Another out followed, made by the captain, much to his chagrin. The score now stood 5 to 3, with two players on base and two out. One more out and the match would come to an end, unless the score was a tie. "Tom Rover to the bat" called the score-keeper, and Tom marched to the plate. A strike and two balls, and he made as clean a one-base hit as had his elder brother.
Ted felt the blood rush to his head and all looked red before him. "Strike three! Side out! Game!" came slowly, steadily from the umpire. Then the score-keeper rose to his feet. "Central Grammar wins by a score of three to nothing." This time Ted Teall didn't throw his bat. Gripping it savagely, he stalked over to a group of his own schoolmates.
When Maddalena slipped away into the darkness they did not notice her departure, and when Maurice laid down the paper on which he had tried to keep the score, and followed her, they were indifferent. They needed no score-keeper, for they had Sicilian memories for money matters.
Janet was score-keeper for us this afternoon, but we all waited, after our last hand was played, for Janet to give us the result for our tally cards." Dundee drew near the table, picked up the three tally cards ornamental little affairs, and rather expensive glanced over the points recorded, then asked abruptly: "Where is Mrs. Miles' tally? I don't see it here."
What did five points amount to, if their loss would make Tim a better scout? Next day Don pitched his second game for Chester. His pulse was steady, his control was good, and the Springfield batters seemed unable to do much with his drop. When the score-keeper marked the last play and closed his book, Chester had won 5 runs to 3. "Didn't I tell you?" Ted Carter cried jubilantly. "Some pitching!"
In the regular weekly game on the village field Tim backed him up faultlessly; but on the bench the catcher edged away and sat at the end with the score-keeper. "Good night!" Don murmured. "What is it this time?" He was becoming used to Tim's blowing hot one minute and cold the next. He didn't worry so much over Tim's moods.
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