McRae, the crafty and resourceful manager of the New York Giants, had had his eye on Joe all the season, and when the race was ended he made an offer for him that the St. Louis management could not refuse. Now, indeed, Joe felt that the ambition of his life was in a fair way to be realized. McRae had intended to bring him along slowly, so that he could be thoroughly seasoned, but circumstances put on him the heft of the pitching, and how fully he justified his manager’s confidence is narrated in the sixth volume of the series, entitled: “Baseball Joe on the Giants.”
After the winning of the National League Championship by the Giants, came the World Series with the Boston Red Sox, who had won the title that year in the American League. The Sox were a hard team to beat, and the Giants had their work cut out for them. In addition to the strain of the games in which he was slated to pitch, Joe had to contend with the foul tactics of a gang of gamblers who had wagered heavily on the Sox and did all they could to put Joe out of action. But his indomitable will and quick wit triumphed over all obstacles, and his magnificent pitching in the last game of the series won the World’s Championship for the Giants. The story of that stirring fight is told in the seventh volume of the series, entitled: “Baseball Joe in the World Series.”
During these experiences, Joe had not escaped the toils of Cupid. Mabel Varley, a charming young girl, had been rescued by Joe at the moment that a runaway horse was about to carry her over a cliff. The romantic acquaintanceship thus begun soon grew into a deep affection, and Joe knew that Mabel held the happiness of his life in her hands. Jim Barclay, also, a promising young Princeton man and second string pitcher for the Giants, who was Joe’s special chum, had grown very fond of Clara, Joe’s pretty sister, and hoped that some day she would promise to be his wife.
The World Series had scarcely ended before Joe and Jim were invited by McRae to make a trip around the world with the Giant and All-American teams. They were eager for the chance, and their delight was increased when it developed that there were to be a number of wives of the players in the party so that Mabel and Clara could go along.
The teams played in Japan, in China, and in many of the cities of Europe, and the experience would have been a thoroughly happy one for Joe, had it not been for the machinations of men who were trying to form a rival league and had by the meanest trickery secured Joe’s signature to what afterward turned out to be a contract. How Joe finally unmasked the plotters and had the satisfaction of giving the ringleader a tremendous thrashing is narrated in the preceding volume of the series, entitled: “Baseball Joe Around the World.”
And now to return to Joe and Jim, as they stood in their dripping clothes on the country road in the growing light of the spring morning.
For some seconds after Jim’s startling statement, Joe stood as though rooted to the spot. Then he pulled himself together.
“Come now, Jim, isn’t that pretty far-fetched?” he said, with a forced laugh, in which, however, there was little mirth. “You haven’t a shred of proof of anything of the kind.”
“No,” admitted Jim, “there isn’t anything—yet—that would convince a judge or a jury. I’ll agree that it wouldn’t go far in a court of law. But just put two and two together. Yesterday afternoon we were talking about this trip. You distinctly mentioned the hill near Hebron. It was just after you spoke that I saw Braxton pass the door.”