What a roar went up! The strange pitcher had stretched an ordinary three-bagger into a home run.
And tied the score!
CHAPTER XIII.
THE JAY SHOWS WHAT HE CAN DO.
A wild scene followed. The St. Paul players rushed forward, lifted the jay, placed him on their shoulders, and bore him aloft.
“Oh, say!” he cried, “don’t make such a dinged fuss over a little thing like that! It makes me feel ’shamed! Put me down, for goshfrymighty sakes!”
But his words were drowned by the howling of the spectators and the cheering of the happy players.
But what was the more surprising to the crowd quickly followed. A boy ran out toward the players who were holding the jay aloft, and he was followed by the most remarkable figure ever seen on those grounds.
The spectators saw an old weather-beaten and wrinkled redskin, wrapped in a dirty red blanket. This old fellow advanced till he reached the home plate, where he suddenly snatched the tattered blanket from his shoulders, flaunted it round his head, and uttered such a yell of victory that it was heard clear and shrill and piercing above the roaring of the thousands of spectators.