“It sure does,” responded Joe. “I’ll hate to look at the papers to-morrow morning. The whole country will have the laugh on us.”
“The boys will want to keep away from McRae if they lose,” said Jim. “He’ll be as peeved as a bear with a sore head for the next three days or so.”
“Now, Larry, show them where you live,” sang out Curry, as the head of the Giant batting order strode to the plate.
“Kill it,” entreated Willis. “Hit it on the seam.”
“Send it a mile,” exhorted Becker.
It was not a mile that Larry sent it, but it looked so to the left and center fielders who 92 chased it as it went on a line between the two. A cleaner home run had probably never been knocked out on the Denver grounds.
Larry came galloping in to be mauled and pounded by his exulting mates, while McRae brought down his hand on Robbie’s knee with a force that made that worthy wince.
“That ties it up,” he cried. “Now, boys, for a whirlwind finish!”