“Easy, is he?” came back from the Giant supporters. “Just watch that boy’s smoke.”
Another strike followed, and the stands sobered down a little.
“You’re out,” called the umpire, as a third strike split the plate.
Shouts of delight and encouragement came from the Giants’ bench, and McRae’s face lightened somewhat.
The next man went out on a high foul, and the inning ended when Stock popped an easy fly to the box.
“Bully for you, old man!” came from his mates, as Jim walked in from the mound.
“Knock out some runs now, you fellows,” admonished McRae. “Barclay can’t do it all. And do it in a hurry, too. I don’t like the way those clouds are coming up.”
The sky was blackening rapidly, and the wind, coming from the east in strong gusts, told that a storm was on the way.
The Giants knew the need of haste, and they went at their work fiercely. Larry started proceedings with a rattling two bagger. Denton sacrificed him to third. Willis lined out a single, bringing in Larry and reaching second himself a moment later on a passed ball. Becker sent one to right that scored Willis and netted two bags for himself. Iredell went out on an infield catch, but Mylert came to the rescue with a sizzling hit that brought Becker to the plate amid frantic shouts from the New York rooters.
Three runs had been scored and New York was again in the lead by six to four. Two men were out. But now rain began to fall, although at first it was only a drizzle, and McRae, frenzied with anxiety, ordered Burkett to strike out.