adwell fouled two
balls and had a called strike, and was out; McKnight hit a low fly over
short, then Bud Wiler sent one between Spears and Mullaney. Spears
went for it while the Rube with giant strides ran to cover first base.
Between them they got Bud, but it was only because he was heavy and
slow on his feet.

In our half of that inning Mullaney, Gregg and Cairns went out in one,
two, three order.

With Pannell up, I saw that the Rube held in on his speed, or else he
was tiring. Pannell hit the second slow ball for two bases. Vane
sacrificed, and then the redoubtable Schultz came up. He appeared to be
in no hurry to bat. Then I saw that the foxy Buffalo players were
working to tire the Rube. They had the situation figured. But they
were no wiser than old Spears.

"Make 'em hit, Rube. Push 'em straight over. Never mind the corners.
We don't care for a few runs. We'll hit this game out."

Shultz flied to Mac, who made a beautiful throw to the plate too late
to catch Pannell. Carl deliberately bunted to the right of the Rube
and it cost the big pitcher strenuous effort to catch his man.

"We got the Rube waggin'!" yelled a Buffalo player.

Manning tripled down the left foul line--a hit the bleachers called a
screamer. When Ellis came up, it looked like a tie score, and when the
Rube pitched it was plain that he was tired. The Bisons yelled their
assurance of this and the audience settled into quiet. Ellis batted a
scorcher that looked good for a hit. But the fast Ashwell was moving
with the ball, and he plunged lengthwise to get it square in his glove.
The hit had been so sharp that he had time to get up and make the throw
to beat the runner. The bleachers thundered at the play.

"You're up, Rube," called Spears. "Lam one out of the lot!"

The Rube was an uncertain batter. There was never any telling what he
might do, for he had spells of good and bad hitting. But when he did
get his bat on the ball it meant a chase for some fielder. He went up
swinging his huge club, and he hit a fly that would have been an easy
home run for a fast man. But the best Rube could do was to reach third
base. This was certainly good enough, as the bleachers loudly
proclaimed, and another tally for us seemed sure.

McCall bunted toward third, another of his teasers. The Rube would
surely have scored had he started with the ball, but he did not try and
missed a chance. Wiler, of course, held the ball, and Mac go