When he neared her, and, lifting his cap, spoke her name, the shade of gloom in his eyes and lines of trouble on his face dispelled her confusion.
``Billie, Pat tells me he's given you ten days'
notice,'' she said.
``It's true.''
``What's wrong with you, Billie?''
``Oh, I've struck a bad streak--can't hit or throw.''
``Are you a quitter?''
``No, I'm not,'' he answered quickly, flushing a dark red.
``You started off this spring with a rush.You played brilliantly and for a while led the team in batting.Uncle George thought so well of you.
Then came this spell of bad form.But, Billie, it's only a slump; you can brace.''
``I don't know,'' he replied, despondently.
``Awhile back I got my mind off the game.Then --people who don't like me have taken advantage of my slump to----''
``To knock,'' interrupted Miss Ellston.
``I'm not saying that,'' he said, looking away from her.
``But I'm saying it.See here, Billie Sheldon, my uncle owns this team and Pat Donahue is manager.
I think they both like me a little.Now Idon't want to see you lose your place.Perhaps----''
``Madge, that's fine of you--but I think--I guess it'd be best for me to leave Kansas City.''
``Why? ''
``You know,'' he said huskily.``I've lost my head--I'm in love--I can't think of baseball--I'm crazy about you.''
Miss Ellston's sweet face grew rosy, clear to the tips of her ears.
``Billie Sheldon,'' she replied, spiritedly.
``You're talking nonsense.Even if you were were that way, it'd be no reason to play poor ball.Don't throw the game, as Pat would say.
Make a brace! Get up on your toes! Tear things! Rip the boards off the fence! Don't quit!''
She exhausted her vocabulary of baseball language if not her enthusiasm, and paused in blushing confusion.
``Madge!''
``Will you brace up?''
``Will I--will I!'' he exclaimed, breathlessly.
Madge murmured a hurried good-bye and, turning away, went up the stairs.Her uncle's private box was upon the top of the grand stand and she reached it in a somewhat bewildered state of mind.She had a confused sense of having appeared to encourage Billie, and did not know whether she felt happy or guilty.The flame in his eyes had warmed all her blood.Then, as she glanced over the railing to see the powerful Burns Carroll, there rose in her breast a panic at strange variance with her other feelings.
Many times had Madge Ellston viewed the field and stands and the outlying country from this high vantage point; but never with the same mingling emotions, nor had the sunshine ever been so golden, the woods and meadows so green, the diamond so smooth and velvety, the whole scene so gaily bright.
Denver had always been a good drawing card, and having won the first game of the present series, bade fair to draw a record attendance.
The long lines of bleachers, already packed with the familiar mottled crowd, sent forth a merry, rattling hum.Soon a steady stream of well-dressed men and women poured in the gates and up the grand-stand stairs.The soft murmur of many voices in light conversation and laughter filled the air.The peanut venders and score-card sellers kept up their insistent shrill cries.The baseball park was alive now and restless; the atmosphere seemed charged with ******* and pleasure.The players romped like skittish colts, the fans shrieked their witticisms--all sound and movements suggested play.
Madge Ellston was somehow relieved to see her uncle sitting in one of the lower boxes.During this game she wanted to be alone, and she believed she would be, for the President of the League and directors of the Kansas City team were with her uncle.When the bell rang to call the Denver team in from practice the stands could hold no more, and the roped-off side lines were filling up with noisy men and boys.From her seat Madge could see right down upon the players' bench, and when she caught both Sheldon and Carroll gazing upward she drew back with sharply contrasted thrills.
Then the bell rang again, the bleachers rolled out their welcoming acclaim, and play was called with Kansas City at the bat.
Right off the reel Hunt hit a short fly safely over second.The ten thousand spectators burst into a roar.A good start liberated applause and marked the feeling for the day.
Madge was surprised and glad to see Billie Sheldon start next for the plate.All season, until lately, he had been the second batter.During his slump he had been relegated to the last place on the batting list.Perhaps he had asked Pat to try him once more at the top.The bleachers voiced their unstinted appreciation of this return, showing that Billie still had a strong hold on their hearts.
As for Madge, her breast heaved and she had difficulty in breathing.This was going to be a hard game for her.The intensity of her desire to see Billie brace up to his old form amazed her.
And Carroll's rude words beat thick in her ears.
Never before had Billie appeared so instinct with life, so intent and strung as when he faced Keene, the Denver pitcher.That worthy tied himself up in a knot, and then, unlimbering a long arm, delivered the brand new ball.
Billie seemed to leap forward and throw his bat at it.There was a sharp ringing crack--and the ball was like a white string marvelously stretching out over the players, over the green field beyond, and then, sailing, soaring, over the right-field fence.For a moment the stands, even the bleachers, were stone quiet.No player had ever hit a ball over that fence.It had been deemed impossible, as was attested to by the many painted ``ads'' offering prizes for such a feat.Suddenly the far end of the bleachers exploded and the swelling roar rolled up to engulf the grand stand in thunder.Billie ran round the bases to applause never before vented on that field.But he gave no sign that it affected him; he did not even doff his cap.White-faced and stern, he hurried to the bench, where Pat fell all over him and many of the players grasped his hands.
Up in her box Madge was crushing her score-card and whispering: ``Oh! Billie, I could hug you for that!''
