For answer Foley held up his bleeding hand, which Trueman examined.
“The cur!” grated Trueman, giving Prince a black look. “He ought to be shot!”
“Ah! ’twas an accident!” snapped Prince. “W’at’s ther matter wid yer?”
One of the St. Paul players made a lunge at Prince to strike him, but two others grabbed him and held him back.
“Give this man a runner, Stebson,” said Trueman to the captain of the home team.
“All right,” said Stebson, and he picked out a man, while Foley walked back to the bench, accompanied by his friends.
The spectators continued to howl, but the game went on. A doctor was handy, and he examined Foley’s injury.
“He’ll not pitch again for two weeks,” said the doctor.
“That knocks us out!” groaned Trueman bitterly. “Every other pitcher we have is used up, and those fellows knew it. What a dastardly mean way to win a game!”