“Our men don’t like this running,” declared one sailor, who sat watching the contest. “If, instead of running around those bases, you fellows had to climb a mast, you’d see who would come out ahead.”
The Jackies managed to get two more runs, due almost entirely to the lax playing of the Giants. 180 This, however, was as far as they were able to go, and, when the game came to an end, the score stood 12 to 5 in favor of the Giants.
A visit to Shanghai followed, where only one game was played, and this by a rally in the last inning went to the All-Americans, thus keeping the total score of won and lost even between the rival teams.
They spent a few more days in sightseeing, and then set sail for the Philippines, glad at the prospect of soon being once more under the flag of their own country.
“Look at those queer little boats!” exclaimed Mabel, as they stood at the rail while the ship was weighing anchor and looked at the native sampans with their bright colors and lateen sails as they darted to and fro like so many gaudy butterflies.
“What are those things they have on each side of the bow?” asked Clara. “They look like eyes.”
“That’s what they are,” replied Jim, seriously.
Clara looked at him to see if he were joking.
“Honest to goodness, cross my heart, hope to die,” returned Jim.
“But why do they put eyes there?” asked Clara, mystified.