“Save it for Clevefield,” advised the manager.
The day when Pittston was to play the top-notchers arrived. There were to be four games on Pittston’s grounds, and for the first time since his reformation began, Pop Dutton was allowed to play in an important contest.
“I’m depending on you,” Gregory warned him.
“And you won’t be disappointed,” was the reply. Certainly the old player had improved greatly. His eyes were bright and his skin ruddy and clear.
Joe was a bit nonplussed when Collin was sent in for the opening game. But he knew Gregory had his reasons. And perhaps it was wise, for Collin was always at his best when he could deliver the first ball, and open the game.
Clevefield was shut out in the first inning, and, to the howling delight of the crowd of Pittston sympathizers and “fans,” the home team got a run.
This gave the players much-needed confidence, and though the visitors managed to tie the score in their half of the second inning, Pittston went right after them, and got two more tallies.
“We’re going to win, Joe!” cried Charlie Hall. “We’re going to win. Our hoodoo is busted!”
“I hope so,” said the young pitcher, wishing he had a chance to play.