with his cap jauntily riding his red locks, he
marched to the plate.

Some wag in the bleachers yelled into the
silence, ``Oh, Maggie, your lover has come!''

Not improbably Clammer was thinking first of
his presence before the multitude, secondly of his
batting average and thirdly of the run to be
scored. In this instance he waited and feinted at
balls and fouled strikes at length to work his base.
When he got to first base suddenly he bolted for
second, and in the surprise of the unlooked-for
play he made it by a spread-eagle slide. It was a
circus steal.

Delaney snorted. Then the look of profound
disgust vanished in a flash of light. His huge face
beamed.

Reddie Ray was striding to the plate.

There was something about Reddie Ray that
pleased all the senses. His lithe form seemed
instinct with life; any sudden movement was suggestive
of stored lightning. His position at the
plate was on the left side, and he stood perfectly
motionless, with just a hint of tense waiting
alertness. Dorr, Blake and Babcock, the outfielders
for the Grays, trotted round to the right of their