Turkey, crestfallen and muttering, arose and dusted himself amid the jeers of the onlookers. Doc Macnooder smote high and low, and then forgot to smite—three strikes and out. The Egghead, despite the entreaties of the Dickinson to bring in his house-mates, could only foul out. The Woodhulls went wild with delight. He heard Tug, the catcher, whispering excitedly to De Soto.
"Charley, just watch him! He's got everything—everything!"
Then the Woodhull tied the score on two bases on balls, and his own two-bagger.
When he walked lightly into the box for the third inning, Stonewall Jackson had been replaced by De Soto with the imperious remark: "Here, get out! I want to watch this."
He gave the great Charley a modest nod.
"When did you ever pitch?" said De Soto, critically.
"Oh, now and then," he answered.
"Well, Snorky, let yourself out."
"Tug can't hold me," he said impudently. "That's the trouble, Charley."
"Try him."