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第28章 BREAKING INTO FAST COMPANY(2)

Morrisey was a manager who always played to the stands, and no doubt he held the Rube back for effect.If so, he ought to have been gratified.

That moment reminded me of my own team and audience upon the occasion of the Rube's debut.

It was the same only here it happened in the big league, before a championship team and twenty thousand fans.

The roar that went up from the bleachers might well have scared an unseasoned pitcher out of his wits.And the Quakers lined up before their bench and gazed at this newcomer who had the nerve to walk out there to the box.Cogswell stood on the coaching line, looked at the Rube and then held up both arms and turned toward the Chicago bench as if to ask Morrisey: ``Where did you get that?''

Nan, quick as a flash to catch a point, leaned over the box-rail and looked at the champions with fire in her eye.``Oh, you just wait! wait!''

she bit out between her teeth.

Certain it was that there was no one who knew the Rube as well as I; and I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that the hour before me would see brightening of a great star pitcher on the big league horizon.It was bound to be a full hour for me.I had much reason to be grateful to Whit Hurtle.He had pulled my team out of a rut and won me the pennant, and the five thousand dollars I got for his release bought the little cottage on the hill for Milly and me.Then there was my pride in having developed him.And all that Ineeded to calm me, settle me down into assurance and keen criticism of the game, was to see the Rube pitch a few balls with his old incomparable speed and control.

Berne, first batter for the Quakers, walked up to the plate.He was another Billy Hamilton, built like a wedge.I saw him laugh at the long pitcher.

Whit swayed back, coiled and uncoiled.Something thin, white, glancing, shot at Berne.He ducked, escaping the ball by a smaller margin than appeared good for his confidence.He spoke low to the Rube, and what he said was probably not flavored with the milk of friendly sweetness.

``Wild! What'd you look for?'' called out Cogswell scornfully.``He's from the woods!''

The Rube swung his enormously long arm, took an enormous stride toward third base, and pitched again.It was one of his queer deliveries.The ball cut the plate.

``Ho! Ho!'' yelled the Quakers.

The Rube's next one was his out curve.It broke toward the corner of the plate and would have been a strike had not Berne popped it up.

Callopy, the second hitter, faced the Rube, and he, too, after the manner of ball players, made some remark meant only for the Rube's ears.

Callopy was a famous waiter.He drove more pitchers mad with his implacable patience than any hitter in the league.The first one of the Rube's he waited on crossed the in-corner; the second crossed the out-corner and the third was Rube's wide, slow, tantalizing ``stitch-ball,'' as we call it, for the reason that it came so slow a batter could count the stitches.I believe Callopy waited on that curve, decided to hit it, changed his mind and waited some more, and finally the ball maddened him and he had to poke at it, the result being a weak grounder.

Then the graceful, powerful Lane, champion batter, champion base runner, stepped to the plate.How a baseball crowd, any crowd, anywhere, loves the champion batter! The ovation Lane received made me wonder, with this impressive reception in a hostile camp, what could be the manner of it on his home field? Any boy ball-player from the lots seeing Lane knock the dirt out of his spikes and step into position would have known he was a 400 hitter.

I was curious to see what the Rube would pitch Lane.It must have been a new and significant moment for Hurtle.Some pitchers actually wilt when facing a hitter of Lane's reputation.But he, on his baseball side, was peculiarly unemotional.

Undoubtedly he could get furious, but that only increased his effectiveness.To my amazement the Rube pitched Lane a little easy ball, not in any sense like his floater or stitch-ball, but just a little toss that any youngster might have tossed.

Of all possible balls, Lane was not expecting such as that, and he let it go.If the nerve of it amazed me, what did it not do to Lane? I saw his face go fiery red.The grand stand murmured; let out one short yelp of pleasure; the Quaker players chaffed Lane.

The pitch was a strike.I was gripping my chair now, and for the next pitch I prophesied the Rube's wonderful jump ball, which he had not yet used.He swung long, and at the end of his swing seemed to jerk tensely.I scarcely saw the ball.

It had marvelous speed.Lane did not offer to hit it, and it was a strike.He looked at the Rube, then at Cogswell.That veteran appeared amused.

The bleachers, happy and surprised to be able to yell at Lane, yelled heartily.

Again I took it upon myself to interpret the Rube's pitching mind.He had another ball that he had not used, a drop, an unhittable drop.Ithought he would use that next.He did, and though Lane reached it with the bat, the hit was a feeble one.He had been fooled and the side was out.

Poole, the best of the Quaker's pitching staff, walked out to the slab.He was a left-hander, and Chicago, having so many players who batted left-handed, always found a southpaw a hard nut to crack.Cogswell, field manager and captain of the Quakers, kicked up the dust around first base and yelled to his men: ``Git in the game!''

Staats hit Poole's speed ball into deep short and was out; Mitchell flew out to Berne; Rand grounded to second.

While the teams again changed sides the fans cheered, and then indulged in the first stretch of the game.I calculated that they would be stretching their necks presently, trying to keep track of the Rube's work.Nan leaned on the railing absorbed in her own hope and faith.Milly chattered about this and that, people in the boxes, and the chances of the game.

My own interest, while it did not wholly preclude the fortunes of the Chicago players at the bat, was mostly concerned with the Rube's fortunes in the field.

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