“Miss Varley is in safe hands. If Matson loses his game to-day she will be returned this evening. If he doesn’t, it will cost $25,000 to get her back. Personal in papers to-morrow, signed T. Z., will give exact directions for carrying on further negotiations.”
“Now you see why I’ve got to see Joe right away,” said Reggie in frenzied impatience, snatching the note from Jim’s hands.
“You mustn’t!” ejaculated Jim, barring the way. “Don’t you see that that’s just what the rascals want you to do? You’d just be playing their game. They want to get Joe so frightened and upset that he can’t pitch. It’s the scheme of some gamblers who have bet on the Yanks to win. They want to make sure that they will win, and so they want to bribe or frighten Joe into losing. But probably if he did, they’d demand the ransom money just the same. We’ll have to keep it from Joe until the game is over. Nothing will be lost by that. I’ll give McRae a tip and he’ll let me off. Then you and I will get busy and do all that we can for the next two hours. If we turn nothing up, we’ll be back here when the game ends and tell Joe all about it. Wait here a minute till I see McRae, and then we’ll get on the job.”
In five minutes he was back with the required permission, and as soon as he had got into his street clothes he hailed a taxicab, and he and Reggie jumped in and were off.
When the bell rang for the game to begin, the Giants took the field, and Milton, the big center-fielder of the Yankees, came to the plate. Joe wound a high fast one about his neck, at which he refused to bite. The next one split the rubber, and Milton swung savagely at it and missed. The next was a called strike. On the following ball, he rolled an easy grounder to Burkett at first, who made the put out unassisted. The next man, Pender, Joe put out on strikes in jig time. Then the mighty Kid Rose strode to the bat.
He grinned at Joe and Joe grinned back. They were both good fellows, and each thoroughly respected the other. There was no bitterness in their rivalry.
“Now little ball, come to papa!” sang out Rose.
“Here he comes!” laughed Joe. “Take a look at baby.”
The ball whizzed over the plate, and Rose missed it by an inch. The next he fouled off, as he did the following one. Then Joe tried a fadeaway, and Rose fell for it, swinging himself halfway round with the force of his blow.