“The Ramblers from Freeport. They have a new pitcher, too, and he can curve like anything, I hear.”
“Then we’ll have to do more practicing,” declared Sammie Sandlass. Nearly everyone else thought the same thing, and, beginning with the following Monday afternoon, some hard scrub games took place on the field diamond.
The boys who had, up to this time, no uniforms, were provided with suits for the Rambler game, and though they did not all match, having been bought at different times in different places, still they made the team look very shipshape.
The “R. R.” device in red, worked on the shirts of all the suits, showed up bravely in the sun, as the lads trotted out to do a little practicing before the game.
“Now, boys, go in and win!” begged Tommy.
“Sure we will!” they cried in a chorus.
Whether it was the new uniforms, or because the Ramblers made up their minds not to be beaten a second time, was not made plain, but certainly Tommy’s team met with another defeat, though not by a very large score.
“I declare, it’s too bad!” exclaimed Georgie Pennington, who had muffed a ball and been responsible for letting the winning run come in. “I don’t see how it happened.”
“Oh, we’re all right!” exclaimed Teddy. “We’ll whitewash the Millton Juniors.”
The day of the great game came. At least Tommy always called it the “great” game. It was beautiful weather, just right for baseball, and the diamond had been put in extra good shape.