A moment later the pitcher hurried from the room as his name was called to bat. Tom walked to a window that gave a view of the grounds. As he passed Langridge’s valise he smelled a pungent, alcoholic odor. He started and for a moment could not tell what it was. Then it came to him.
“Liquor! He’s been drinking liquor!” he almost exclaimed aloud. “He’s broken the training rules. I wonder—I wonder if this is what Sid hinted at—if this is what Mr. Lighton meant!”
From the diamond there came a sharp crack. It was a bat meeting a swiftly pitched ball with that inspiring sound that indicates a fair hit. Tom saw Langridge speeding for first base, while Randall lads were yelling at the top of their voices.
“It’s a three-bagger!” cried Tom delightedly, and so it proved, Langridge bringing in a run a moment later on a sacrifice hit by Holly Cross.
[CHAPTER XVII]
AN EXPOSTULATION
“Now we’ll do ’em up!” cried Langridge, dancing about in a strange enthusiasm as he crossed the home plate. “Knock a home run, Kerr, and we’ll roll up a score. Then I’ll strike out the next six men.”
There were but two more innings to play, and the run Langridge brought in had reduced the lead against the Randall freshmen from 6 to 5. But five runs are a big handicap, especially when you can’t depend on your pitcher. Kerr struck out and so did Sid, who was up next. Langridge was disappointed, though not discouraged, and he made wild promises about what he was going to do. But he did not fulfil them and got careless in his pitching.