Baseball Joe on the Giants; or, Making Good as a Ball Twirler in the Metropolis

by Lester Chadwick

  CHAPTER XXIV

  A CLOSE CALL

  The Giants were hailed with acclamations by the New York press andpublic on their return. The sporting critics agreed that the team hadbeen "licked into shape" by their astute manager in a surprisingly shorttime. One enthusiast even went so far as to hail them as the comingchampions, a thing which vexed McRae, who knew too much of the ups anddowns of baseball to want to claim a pennant before it was won.

  He himself had more than one thing to worry about. The team had "got by"so far through the marvelous pitching of Hughson and Joe. Not only hadthey won a large proportion of their games, but they had relieved theother pitchers when games were all but lost and pulled them out of thefire. But where he had fondly counted on four first string pitchers, hesuddenly found himself reduced to two who were really pitching "up toform."

  Markwith had proved to be not nearly so good as in the preceding year.He still possessed marvelous speed and his curves were breaking well,but he lacked endurance. Part of this was due, perhaps, to his winter onthe vaudeville stage, with its irregular hours and feverish atmosphere,and part also to the wonderful record of nineteen straight the seasonbefore. Perhaps the great strain had sapped his stamina. Whatever thecause, he could not be relied on for a full nine inning game. For sixinnings, he would pitch with all his old time skill and power. Thenwould come a bad inning and--bang! to an accompaniment of base hits, thegame would go up in smoke.

  Hartley also seemed to be going to pieces. His nerves were on edge.He was sullen, moody and erratic. He had never been any too strongmentally, and the life he lived had undermined his physical strength.There were times when he pitched a brilliant game and showed flashes ofhis old ability, but these were steadily growing fewer. McRae had byturns coaxed and threatened, but he had almost reached the limit of hispatience, and Hartley's stay with the Giants hung by a thread that mightsnap at any moment.

  A bright element in the outlook was the very evident fact that JimBarclay was a "comer." Twice McRae had ventured to put him in againstthe weaker teams. In one case he had won, and in the other held theenemy to a tie. But he was not yet ripe enough to take a regular turnin the box. Joe helped him all he could, and Robson, who tried him outeach morning, was sure that in time he would develop into a star.

  Joe was jubilant at the success he had met with so far. He felt strongerand better physically than he had ever felt in his life. His arm wasgiving him no trouble, despite the unusual demands made upon it, and henever shirked or complained if he was called out of his regular turn.As Robson confided to McRae, they had found a man at last who was a"glutton for work."

  But Joe had another object of devotion outside of his attachment to histeam, and shortly after the return from the first Western trip he waslifted into the seventh heaven of delight by the receipt of a daintyletter in feminine handwriting that told him Mabel was coming to NewYork. She did not know how long she should stay, but it would be fora week at least. Reggie was coming with her. She was not sure at whathotel she should stop, but if Joe would like to have her do so, shewould call him up by 'phone and tell him where she was stopping.

  If Joe would like!

  His blood raced wildly a few days later when he took up the telephoneand heard Mabel's voice.

  "Is that you, Joe?" she asked. "This is Mabel."

  "Don't I know it?" he answered. "Tell me quick where you are!"

  "I'm at the Marlborough," she answered, "but----"

  "Yes, I know," said Joe. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

  He raced to the street, hailed a taxi, and in less than the promised tenminutes stood in the presence of the one person on earth he most wantedto see.

  Joe had thought that it was impossible for her to be prettier or sweeterthan she had been in Goldsboro, but now he knew that he had beenmistaken.

  "How impetuous you are!" she pouted. "You didn't let me finish what Iwas saying on the 'phone."

  "I suppose a man dying of thirst is impetuous when he catches sight ofwater," answered Joe. "I suppose----"

  But what Joe supposed was destined to remain unspoken at that time, forjust then Reggie, who had been down at the hotel office, came into theroom. If he had only waited five minutes longer! Perhaps even Mabelcould have been reconciled to her brother's absence, if the blood thatdyed her cheeks was any indication.

  "How are you, old chap?" cried Reggie, wholly unaware that he was notwanted. "I'm no end glad to see you, don't you know. So glad that youlooked us up. I hope you'll find time to go around with us a lot whilewe're here."

  "I certainly will if you will let me," declared Joe, shaking hands withhis friend. "Our team is playing at home all this week, thank fortune.I want you to be my guest at as many of the games as you care to see,and in the evenings we can take in some of the plays that are runningin town, or take trips down to the seashore. There's no better summerresort after all than little old New York."

  "I agree with you there, old man," answered Reggie, "and we'll be gladto put the matter to the test. But tonight I want you to stay and takedinner with us at the hotel."

  And as Mabel seconded the invitation, Joe did not have to be urged veryhard. As a matter of fact, in his present mood it would have takensomething like a crane and derrick to remove him from what had suddenlybecome the most interesting place in New York.

  They had a most enjoyable dinner and it was only after he had returnedto his hosts' rooms that Joe broached the subject of Talham Tabbs.

  "Have you had any news of your securities?" he asked, when he had Reggiefor a moment alone.

  A frown came over his friend's face.

  "Not a blessed thing doing," he declared. "I've run down every clue thathad the least promise to it and I'm just as far away from getting themback as I've been from the beginning. I guess they're past praying for."

  "Of course, you told Mabel as you promised?" ventured Joe.

  "Sure thing," said Reggie. "I told her that very night. The dear girlhas helped and cheered me up in every way possible. She's pure gold."

  Joe assented to this with what might have seemed almost unnecessaryemphasis.

  "Never give up the ship though, old man," he encouraged. "We'll lay thatfellow by the heels yet. Soon or late we'll nab him."

  "We'll hope so," said Reggie, with a faint smile; and as Mabel came overjust then to where they were standing, the theme was changed.

  They decided on several ways to pass the week agreeably, and among otherthings it was settled that they should visit the Bronx Zoo, of whichMabel had often heard and which had just been adding largely to itsalready wonderful collection.

  The next day the Giants were to play the Brooklyns, but when Joe lookedout of the window, he saw that the rain was falling steadily.

  "No game today if this keeps up," was his mental comment.

  It did keep up until afternoon, and the game was called off. At twoo'clock it cleared, and Joe called up Mabel and suggested that theyshould go to the Zoo that afternoon. Reggie was engaged downtown, butMabel complied gladly with the suggestion.

  They had passed two delightful hours wandering about in the famous Parkwhen, just as they were nearing one of the animal houses, there was asudden commotion and the crowd scattered in all directions. From withincame the hoarse shouts of keepers, and attendants came running withropes and pitchforks.

  "Look out!" they shouted. "Run for your lives! Get inside the otherhouses! The leopard is loose!"

  There was a wild panic, and the crowd rushed frantically for shelter.The doorways were blocked by a frantic, struggling mob. The screams ofwomen and frightened children blended with the deeper shouts of the men,and the result was pandemonium.

  Joe saw that there was no chance of getting inside. He seized Mabel bythe arm and hurried down one of the side paths, at the foot of which wasa small toolhouse whose door he saw was open.

  They had nearly reached it when Mabel gave a stifled shriek.

  "Look!" she cried, and pointed to a clump of bushes at the side of thepath and
about twenty feet away.

  Joe looked, and for a moment his heart stood still.

  Crouching at the foot of the bushes with his tail moving slowly to andfro, was a large leopard, his yellow eyes glowing wickedly and everymuscle stiffened as he prepared for a spring.

  Joe had never carried a weapon, and even if he had had a revolver it isdoubtful whether it would have stopped that huge body if it had comehurtling toward them. He looked wildly about him after he had thrustMabel behind a bench.

  At his feet was a jagged piece of rock weighing perhaps a pound. It wasa forlorn chance but his only one.

  Like a flash, he stooped, grasped it firmly, and hurled it with all hismight at the leopard. The distance was so short that he could not miss,and the rock caught the brute in the neck just under the ear. There wasa scream of pain and rage, the topaz glow faded from the eyes, and thebeast collapsed in a crumpled heap.

  Joe did not wait an instant. He was not sure whether the brute waskilled or merely stunned. He took Mabel by the arm and half carrying hergot her to one of the gates. He put her into a taxi standing at the curband they were whirled downtown to the Marlborough. She was white andshaken at their narrow escape and Joe himself was by no means calm. Ifanything had happened to Mabel! He shuddered at the thought.

  "Oh, Joe, you have saved my life!" she exclaimed, when she could speakcoherently. "That horrible brute!" she shuddered.

  Joe wanted to tell her why that life was so [see Tr. Notes] precious tohim and to urge that since he had saved it, it fairly belonged to him.But this would have been taking her at a disadvantage just then and hecontented himself with the warm pressure of the little hand that restedin his and showed no inclination to withdraw.