Weatherby's Inning; A Story of College Life and Baseball

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906. Excerpt: ... tapped the earth with his brass-toed shoe, and glanced sharply toward the runner. Play off, Greg! shouted Joe. He won't throw! He's too tired! Now, now, now! This time! Look out! King scuttled around back of the bag and reached it before the baseman swung at him with the ball. Hold it, he's got the ball! cautioned Joe. All right, now; on your toes. Down with his arm! He won't throw again! Vose looked as though he intended to, then turned quickly and pitched. The ball went wide, and had it not struck Northup on the hip would have given King two bases, since the Robinson catcher would never have stopped it. As it was, King, who was almost to second, trotted back and tagged base. The umpire waved his hand to Northup, and the latter went limping to first. King jogged to second, and the Erskine cheers drowned every sound for several minutes. Two on bases and none out! It looked like a tally. Joe yielded his place to Motter, sent Bissell to coach King from third, and caught Jack on his way to the plate. He had to put his mouth to Jack's ear in order to make himself heard above the shouting. We've got to advance King, Jack, he said. Wait for a good one, and make a slow bunt toward third; you know the way, old man. Swipe at the first ball as though you were going to knock it over the fence! Then wait for what you want. Keep steady, Jack! He clapped him on the shoulder encouragingly and sped back to first. Jack's hope of rapping out a two-bagger was gone. Joe's directions were not to be disregarded, and it was a case of substituting team-play for ambition. He settled his cap, wiped his perspiring hands on his trousers, and gripped his bat. When he faced Vose he found that person eying him intently, appraising his ability as a batsman. Jack smiled easi...