Then, with their arms about each other, they stood and gazed on that wild and grotesque game of ball. It was a hilarious spectacle, to say the least, and all the rules of baseball were ignored and violated by both players and umpire. In fact, the closer the players stuck to the regular game the greater penalties the umpire put upon them.
Arm-in-arm, Bingham and Ready entered the neighboring shed, where they saw dark forms stretched about.
“Behold!” said Jack, in a hoarse whisper. “This is a battle-field, and here are the slain who by the ruthless enemy have been shot.”
“I’m only half-shot,” declared one of the sleepers, sitting up in a dusky corner. “Gimme ’nother drink.”
Then another sat up and began to sing in a wild and weird manner:
“How dry I am! How dry I am!
Lord only knows how dry I am!
I want a drink, I want it now!
How dry I am!