When the crowd settled back to its seats the new pitcher was on third base. Two men had come romping home.
“Two to nothing!” Meg exulted. “Watch us climb!”
Little Artie Snow was up next. He swung wildly and fanned. The inning was over.
“Well!” Johnny stretched himself. “Looks as if we’d lick ’em all right.”
All Meggy said was, “Isn’t he mysterious?” She was thinking of the “Prince.”
Then, as her mood changed, Meggy seized her megaphone and, grasping Johnny by the arm, screamed, “Come on! Cart wheels!”
Johnny had done cart wheels with Meggy on many another occasion, but always in private. But now! Oh well, Meg was Meg. Her word was law. Cart wheels it was, an even dozen, then a rousing cheer led by Meg:
Yea! Hillcrest! Yea! Hillcrest!
Beat ’em! Beat ’em! Beat ’em!
Scarcely had Johnny got his breath than he discovered that the “Prince” was once more on the mound, the second inning about to begin. Quite automatically his eyes swept the sky. They came to a focus.