his pretty mug, that's all," replied Healy, scornfully.
"Mebee he'll listen to me now."

Delaney's change was characteristic of the man. "Well, if it didn't
kill him I'm blamed glad he got it.... Cap, we can trim 'em yet.
Reddie Ray'll play the whole outfield. Give Reddie a chance to run!
Tell the boy to cut loose. And all of you git in the game. Win or
lose, I won't forget it. I've a hunch. Once in a while I can tell
what's comin' off. Some queer game this! And we're goin' to win.
Gilbat lost the game; Clammer throwed it away again, and now Reddie
Ray's due to win it.... I'm all in, but I wouldn't miss the finish
to save my life."

Delaney's deep presaging sense of baseball events was never put to a
greater test. And the seven Stars, with the score tied, exhibited the
temper and timber of a championship team in the last ditch. It was so
splendid that almost instantly it caught the antagonistic bleachers.

Wherever the tired Scott found renewed strength and speed was a
mystery. But he struck out the hard-hitting Providence catcher and
that made the third out. The Stars could not score in their half of
the inning. Likewise the seventh inning passed without a run for
either side; only the infield work of the Stars was something superb.
When the eighth inning ended, without a tally for either team, the
excitement grew tense. There was Reddy Ray playing outfield alone, and
the Grays with all their desperate endeavors had not lifted the ball
out of the infield.

But in the ninth, Blake, the first man up, lined low toward right
center. The hit was safe and looked good for three bases. No one
looking, however, had calculated on Reddie's Ray's fleetness. He
covered ground and dove for the bounding ball and knocked it down.
Blake did not get beyond first base. The crowd cheered the play
equally with the prospect of a run. Dorr bunted and beat the throw.
White hit one of the high fast balls Scott was serving and sent it
close to the left-field foul line. The running Reddie Ray made on that
play held White at second base. But two runs had scored with no one
out.

Hanley, the fourth left-handed hitter, came up and Scott pitched to him
as he had to the others--high fast balls over the inside corner of the
plate. Reddy Ray's position was some fifty yards behind deep short,
and a little toward center field. He stood sideways, facing two-thirds
of that vacant outfield. In spite of Scott's skill, Hanley swun