The long ranks broke like waves, and the players were engulfed, then caught and tossed to the surface. Jack, rocking perilously about on the shoulders of comrades, looked dazedly yet happily down over a sea of waving purple banners and upraised, excited faces, while against his ears beat the thunderous refrain of “Erskine! Erskine! Erskine!”
| ERSKINE. | R. | H. | P. | A. | E. | ROBINSON. | R. | H. | P. | A. | E. | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Perkins, c. | 1 | 1 | 8 | 2 | 0 | Cox, 1b. | 0 | 3 | 9 | 0 | 0 | |
| Motter, 1b | 0 | 1 | 8 | 0 | 1 | Condit, c. | 0 | 1 | 13 | 1 | 1 | |
| Gilberth, p. | 0 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 1 | Hopkins, 3b. | 0 | 2 | 0 | 3 | 0 | |
| Bissell, cf. | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 1 | Morgan, ss. | 0 | 0 | 1 | 3 | 0 | |
| Knox, ss. | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Devlin, lf. | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | |
| King, lf., p. | 1 | 2 | 2 | 0 | 1 | Wood, cf. | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | |
| Lowe, lf. | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Richman, 2b. | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | |
| Northup, rf. | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | Regan, rf. | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | |
| Stiles, 2b. | 0 | 0 | 2 | 1 | 2 | Vose, p. | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | |
| Weatherby, 2b. | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 0 | — | — | — | — | — | ||
| Billings, 3b. | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | Totals | 1 | 8 | 27 | 12 | 3 | |
| — | — | — | — | — | ||||||||
| Totals | 3 | 8 | 27 | 7 | 6 |
| Erskine | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 0 | —3 |
| Robinson | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | —1 |
Two-Base Hits—Wood, Hopkins. Triple Play—Weatherby to Billings. Bases on Balls—Off Gilberth, 3; Off Vose, 2; Off King, 1. Hit by Pitched Ball—Northup (2), Condit. Struck Out—By Gilberth, 8; By King, 3; By Vose, 13. Sacrifice Hits—Knox, Richman, Regan. Umpire—Cantrell. Time of Game—2.40. Attendance—4,000.
[CHAPTER XXIV]
WEATHERBY’S INNING
“Good morning, Mr. Tidball!”
Anthony, making his way briskly down Main Street, raised his head at the greeting, and glanced across the street. Professor White, immaculate in his Sunday attire of black frock coat, gray trousers, and silk hat, was picking his way gingerly between the little puddles left by the night’s shower. Anthony returned the salutation, and waited for the other to join him. Then they went on together down the quiet street in the shade of the elms. The village seemed deserted. It was an hour after noon, and staid, respectable Centerport was dining on all the indigestible luxuries that comprise the New England Sunday dinner. As for the college—well, the college was at the depot awaiting the arrival of the 2.12 train.
“Going down to welcome the victors?” asked the professor gaily.