The team started out as though they were going to give their manager what he wanted. Their first stop this time was Pittsburgh, and here they won the first two games right off the reel. The third, however, was lost by a close margin. In the fourth the Giants’ bats got going and they sent three Pirate pitchers to the showers, winning by the one-sided score of eleven to two. So that it was in high spirits that they left the Smoky City for Cincinnati.
Here they met with a rude shock. The Reds were in the midst of one of their winning streaks and were on a hitting rampage. They had the “breaks,” too, and cleaned up by taking every game. It was a complete reversal, and the Giants were stunned.
[CHAPTER XVIII]
IN THE THROES OF A SLUMP
Robson’s round face had lost its usual smile. McRae’s was like a thundercloud, and the players evaded him as much as they could. Even Larry was “Laughing Larry” no longer. It was a disgruntled crowd of baseball players that shook the dust of Cincinnati from their feet and started for Chicago.
“Better luck next time,” Joe comforted his mates. “After all it’s the uncertainty of the game that makes baseball. How many people would have been at the park if they thought their pets didn’t have a chance to win?”
“That’s all very well,” grumbled Curry, “but we ought at least to have had our share of the breaks. We hit the ball hard enough, but every time it went straight to the fielders. They didn’t hit any better, but the ball went just out of the reach of our fellows. Talk about fool luck! If those Cincinnati players fell in the water they’d come up with a fish dinner.”
“That’s just the reason we’re due for a change,” argued Jim. “We’ll get it all back from the Cubs.”