nced auspiciously for the Giants, was
turned into a rout by a rally of the All-Americans in the ninth. A rain of
bingles came from their bats and they won easily with six runs to spare.

"Got it in the neck that time, old man," said Joe to Jim, after the game.
"But we can't always win. What do you say to getting a buzz wagon and
taking a little spin out into the country? The girls will be getting ready
for that reception at the Viceroy's castle, and they'll be too busy
dolling up to care what becomes of us."

"Good idea," said Jim, and the two friends made their way to a public
garage, secured a good car together with a driver, and whirled away into
the open country.

They had made perhaps twenty miles through the beautiful Irish scenery
when Joe called Jim's attention to a cloud bank forming in the west.

"Better skip back, old man," he said. "We're due for a wetting if we
don't."

"Plenty of time yet," objected Jim. "Those look to me just like wind
clouds. Let's see a little bit more of Ireland."

They went on perhaps five miles further and then Jim found that his
confidence was misplaced. The clouds grew blacker, an ominous muttering
was heard in the sky and a jagged flash of lightning presaged the coming
storm.

"You see I was right," said Joe. "In this open car we'll be drenched to
the skin. Turn around, Mike," he said to the driver, "and let's see how
fast this old boat of yours can travel in getting back to Dublin. Throw
her into high and give her all you've got."

The driver obeyed and the car fairly purred as it sped back toward the
city. But fast as it was, the storm was faster. Great raindrops pattered
down, and they looked anxiously about for shelter.

"What's that place up there, Mike?" asked Jim, pointing to a rambling
stone structure on an elevation perhaps a hundred yards from the road.

"'Tis the castle o' the last o' the O'Brian's, hivin rist his sowl,"
replied Mike. "But they do be sayin' the place is hanted, an' 'tis a brave
man that would be shteppin' inside the dhure."

"I'm a brave man, then," cried Jim. "For I'll face a dozen ghosts before I
would this storm. Turn in, Mike, and we'll wait there till the rain is
over."

With a muttered protest Mike did as directed, and a moment later the young
men stepped jauntily through the ruined portal, while Mike, shocked at
their temerity, crossed himself and, throwing an oilskin over his head,
crouched low in his seat, preferring the discomfor