But the next man lacked the courage to do so when the sphere came whizzing across the plate, and he went down in short order, striking out without touching the ball.
The third man up managed to pop up a little fly, which the jay took easily.
“He’s playing the whole game alone!” exclaimed Charley Bates disgustedly.
Hank Dowling slipped down from the bleachers and got near the bench of the visitors. As the jay came in the gambler caught his eye and gave him a sign. The jay came over, and the gambler grasped his hand, exclaiming:
“How are you, old man? Didn’t know you at first! Why, you’re doing a slick turn to-day!”
Then, under his breath, he added:
“A hundred dollars if you throw the game!”
“Hey?” exclaimed the jay, suddenly pulling his hand away.
“Two hundred!” breathed the gambler.