.

A few days later a second game was played in which a picked team from the
visitors opposed a nine of husky "Jackies" selected from the United States
battleships that lay in the harbor.

To make the game more even, the Giants loaned them a catcher and second
baseman, and a contest ensued that was full of fun and excitement.

Of course, the Jackies were full of naval slang, and sometimes their talk
was utterly unintelligible to the landsmen. At the end of the third
inning the Giants had three runs to their credit, while the boys from the
navy had nothing.

"Say there, Longneck, we've got to get some runs," howled one Jackie to
his mate. "Give 'em a shot from a twelve-inch gun!"

"Aye! aye! Give it 'em."

In the next inning the Jackies took a brace, and, as a consequence, got
two runs. Immediately they and their friends began to cheer wildly.

"Down with the pirates!"

"Let's feed 'em to the sharks!"

"A double portion of plum duff for every man on our side who makes a run!"
cried one enthusiastic sailor boy.

Several of the Jackies were quite good when it came to batting the ball,
but hardly any of them could do any efficient running, for the reason that
they got but scant practice while on shipboard. The way that some of them
wabbled around the bases was truly amusing, and set the crowd to laughing
loudly.

"Our men don't like this running," declared one sailor, who sat watching
the contest. "If, instead of running around those bases, you fellows had
to climb a mast, you'd see who would come out ahead."

The Jackies managed to get two more runs, due almost entirely to the lax
playing of the Giants. This, however, was as far as they were able to go,
and, when the game came to an end, the score stood 12 to 5 in favor of the
Giants.

A visit to Shanghai followed, where only one game was played, and this by
a rally in the last inning went to the All-Americans, thus keeping the
total score of won and lost even between the rival teams.

They spent a few more days in sightseeing, and then set sail for the
Philippines, glad at the prospect of soon being once more under the flag
of their own country.

"Look at those queer little boats!" exclaimed Mabel, as they stood at the
rail while the ship was weighing anchor and looked at the native sampans
with their bright colors and lateen sails as they darted to and fro like
so many gaudy butterflies.

"What are those things they have on each side of the bow?" aske