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The coachers capered wildly, while Copley, leaping forward, met Larkins, who had risen, and ostentatiously assisted in brushing some of the dirt from his clothes. The Barville crowd behaved like a bunch from a lunatic asylum. Roy Hooker told himself that Grant must surely go to pieces now. "If Eliot had given me a show," he whispered to himself, "I might go in there now and stop the slaughter."

If Sir Theodore Barville puts it on that footing, the lawyers, even if they do not allow his wife to look at the report, will at least answer any discreet questions she may ask referring to it. Let me hear what you think of this suggestion, at your earliest convenience. The reply was received by return of post. Agnes declined to avail herself of Mr. Troy's proposal.

The victors did not forget to cheer courteously for the vanquished, and Barville returned the compliment with a cheer for Oakdale. So many persons wished to shake hands with Rodney Grant that he laughingly protested, saying they would put his "wing out of commission."

"So you bet on judgment, did you? Well, you must confess your judgment was mighty poor. And, to make the thing safe, you made arrangements to betray Oakdale's pitching signals to Barville. I didn't know anything about that until after the game. If I had known in advance " "Now what would you have done?" asked Herbert, snapping his fingers.

"Here's five dollars in ten-cent pieces," he said; "and I've got two dollars besides." "Seven plunks, all told. But say, I hope you didn't get this chicken feed the way Hooker got his that he let me have to bet on the Barville game." "Eh? How did he get it?" "Stole it; swiped it off his own mother. What do you know about that, Bo?" "Stole it!" cried Phil.

Roy produced a closely folded little wad of bills and some loose change. "Here's all I have," he went on. "I'm going to let you take it and bet it on Barville, if you can." There was a two dollar bill, two ones, and eighty-five cents in change. "Fifteen cents more would make an even five," said Herbert. "Can't you dig that much up?" "This is all I have," repeated Hooker, "every last red cent.

"There he is," said Roger, as the visiting team came trotting onto the field, led by Lee Sanger, its pitcher and captain, "that stocky, red-headed chap. See him?" "My!" grinned Cooper. "He's a bird. Looks like he could eat hardware without getting indigestion." The Barville crowd gave their players a rousing cheer, although they did not yet venture to blow the horns or jangle the cowbells.

Her old face blanched, but she began to plan instantly. "Don't cry, Mary Bell!" said she; "this thing is in God's hands. He can save the poor little fellers jest as easy with a one-legged man as he could with a hundred hands. You drive over to the depot, Stumpy, and tell the operator to plug away at Barville until he gets some one to take a message to Pitcher's barn.

Norbury supposed that Arthur Barville and his wife had already arrived at Venice. She was more interested in meeting the young married couple than in awaiting the result of the hard bargaining which delayed the engagement of the new dancer; and she volunteered to make her brother's apologies, if his theatrical business caused him to be late in keeping his appointment at the honeymoon festival.

Now and then he grinned and nodded over some especially fine catch in the outfield or clever stop of a grounder or liner by an infielder; nevertheless, he let Sanger, who was batting, do all the talking to the players. The skill displayed in practice by the visitors in a measure set at rest the doubts he had continued to entertain concerning Rackliff's wisdom in backing Barville.