The crowd cheered.
“Who’s pitching?” asked one man of another.
Nobody knew.
“Carmachel says his name is Strong,” some one at last informed the workmen.
“Hurrah for little Strong!” yelled a big Swede.
“Three cheers for the Little Giant!” piped a shrill voice.
On every hand the cry was taken up.
“Three cheers for the Little Giant!”
Then suddenly the one o’clock whistle sounded. Peter came back to the realities of life. He dropped his gloves. Already, as if the earth had opened, players and audience had vanished. In through the waiting doors of the tanneries filed the men. But Peter Coddington had won a place for himself, and with it a new name. Henceforth throughout the works he was known as “The Little Giant.”