Jim put over two more. The batter did not even offer at them. He had figured that with an occasional ball switched in it would take more time to put him out on strikes than if he gave a fielder’s chance. But there were no balls and he was declared out.
The second man crawled like a snail to the plate. It was pouring now and the bleachers were black with umbrellas. The Giants were fairly dancing up and down with impatience and apprehension.
Jim pitched like lightning, not waiting to wind up. But before he could dispose of the batsmen, [the heavens opened and the rain came down in torrents].
[THE HEAVENS OPENED AND THE RAIN CAME DOWN IN TORRENTS.]
Play was impossible. The umpire called the game and everybody scurried for shelter.
Old Jupiter Pluvius had taken a hand in the game.