“Wait and see!” the Colonel stopped Johnny. “You bring Doug Danby around tomorrow night.” (Doug was Captain of the team.) “I’ll have him throw over a few for you, just in private.” He had kept his promise.
“Mysteries,” Johnny thought, sitting there in the park in the dark after the little Chinaman had vanished. “They’re not just in big cities nor in tropical jungles either. You find them everywhere. Take that pitcher—one of the most mysterious persons I ever saw. Such a strange looking chap too—dark-skinned as some priest from India. And can he pitch!
“Boy, oh boy!” He spoke aloud without meaning to. “Will we win!”
“No, my friend!” So startled this time was Johnny, at once more hearing the sound of the little yellow man’s voice that he sprang to his feet, wild-eyed and staring.
“No, my friend, you will not win,” the little man repeated quietly. “There is a reason. Soon I shall tell you the reason, my young friend.”
“Why you—”
Johnny saw a yellow hand waving before him for silence.
“One more thing I will tell you,” the little man continued. “There is a pep meeting tomorrow night. You will not go.”
“No, I—”
Johnny did not finish. Once more the little yellow man had disappeared.