Pandemonium broke loose among the Giant rooters. Roth, at a signal from his manager, drew off his glove, and Landers took his place.
But the Giants were on a batting spree and would not be denied. Larry and Denton cracked out singles. Willis went out on a long fly to right, but Curry pounded out a two-bagger that cleared the bases. A moment later he was caught stealing third and the inning ended.
It had netted the Giants six runs, and they were now in the lead by seven to nothing.
“Talk about a Waterloo!” shouted Jim, as he fairly hugged Joe in his delight.
“What do you think they’re doing around the bulletin boards in New York just now?” Joe laughed happily.
He was about to pull on his glove to go into the box when McRae stopped him.
“I guess you’ve done enough for to-day, Joe,” he said. “I want to save that arm of yours all I can, and with the lead we’ve got now the game seems to be cinched. I’m going to put Markwith in for the rest of it.”
Markwith had few superiors when it came to working for a few innings. His arm was fresh, and his terrific speed carried him through, although he was scored on once in the ninth.
The Giants, “just for luck,” added two more runs in the remaining innings, and when they gathered up their bats at the end of the game the score was nine to one in the Giants’ favor.
“This is the end of a perfect day,” chanted Jim as the hilarious team hurried from the field.