"Here's where I make a pinch hit, then," said the mayor sharply.
Feehan heard the receiver bang down. With a sigh of relief he hung up his receiver and grinned at Joe.
"He's a baseball fan," was all the explanation he offered.
An anxious wait ensued, then Cramer telephones:
"McCarthy just got out, mayor's orders. Pretty well bunged up, but says he can play. He's gone with some girl in an auto. She was waiting for him."
Feehan glanced at his watch. It was 6.23.
"Twelve minutes for two and a half miles," he muttered. "They'll just make it."
And with a sigh he picked up his scattered sheets and muttered:
"Let's see, what did this fellow Houseman hit last season?"