He was greeted with tumultuous cheers when he walked out to pitch at the beginning of the sixth.
The colored boys were stayers. They laughed heartily over the applause given Wolfers.
“We’ll put him into the stable quicker than we did the other fellow,” said the captain of the Giants. “Get right after him, boys. Knock his eye out. He’s a man with a swelled head. You can see it in the way he walks.”
But when Wolfers struck out the first three batters to face him, pitching only eleven balls, they began to realize that they were up against a wizard.
The joy of the spectators was boundless. The man from Wisconsin was cheered madly as he struck out the third man.
“That’s all right,” declared one of the Giants. “We’ll fall on his neck next inning.”
“Oh, yes you will!” derisively roared a big man. “You’ll fall on his neck—I don’t think!”
Lawrence seized the opportunity as a favorable one to make an announcement. Walking out to the home plate, he held up his hand for silence.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he called, “I wish to inform you that there will be another game here in Elkton Monday afternoon at the usual hour.”
“Hooray!” bellowed the big man. “I’ll quit work to come! You can’t give us too much of this kind of baseball!”