Five Thousand an Hour : how Johnny Gamble won the heiress by George Randolph Chester
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"Do you mean that gentleman with the ruddy face and the white
beard?" he inquired. "That's the old pirate," asserted the colonel. "Why, that's the man you wanted to introduce me to at the race-track in Baltimore Saturday." "Bless my heart, so I did!" he remembered. "I thought it might relieve him to tell his troubles to you. It isn't too late yet. Come on up and I'll introduce you--that is, unless you want to watch this game." "I'm pleased to pass up this game till somebody makes an error," Johnny willingly decided. "If they'll hand out a base on balls and a safe bunt and hit a batter, so as to get three men on bases with two out, and then muft a high fly out against the fence, and boot the ball all over the field while four of the Reds gallop home--I'll stay and help lynch the umpire; otherwise not. Show me to your friend Courtney." He turned to take courteous leave of the others and his eyes met the friendly glance of Constance. "Let's catch Mr. Courtney at the end of the game," he suggested to the colonel; and then, turning directly to Constance, he added with a laugh: "I think I'll play hooky. I don't want to break up the party." "If you think you see an opportunity for that million, the official scorer insists upon saying good-by," she laughed in return, and held out her hand. |
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