CHAPTER II
TO THE RESCUE
Joe Matson looked so worried at the information imparted by the stationmaster that the latter asked him:
"Any particular friends of yours on that train?"
"Very particular," declared the young ball player. "And I hope no harmcomes to them."
"Well, I don't know as any great harm will come," went on the stationmaster. "The train's snowed in, and will have to stay there until we canget together a gang of men and shovel her out. It won't be easy, forit's snowing harder every minute, and Deep Rock Cut is one of the worstplaces on the line for drifts. But no other train can run into thestalled one, that's sure. The only thing is the steam may get low, andthe passengers will be cold, and hungry."
"Isn't there any way to prevent that?" asked Joe, anxiously.
"I s'pose the passengers could get out and try to reach some house orhotel," resumed the railroad man, "but Deep Rock Cut is a pretty lonelyplace, and there aren't many houses near it. The only thing I see to dowould be for someone to go there with a horse and sled, and rescue thepassengers, and that would be _some_ job, as there's quite a trainloadof them."
"Well, I'm going to try and get _my_ friends that way, anyhow!" criedJoe. "I'll go to the rescue," and he set off for home through the stormagain, intending to hire a rig at a livery stable, and do what he couldto take Mabel and her brother from the train.
And, while Joe is thus making his preparations, I will tell my newreaders something about the previous books of this series, in which JoeMatson, or "Baseball Joe," as he is called, has a prominent part.
The initial volume was called "Baseball Joe of the Silver Stars; Or, TheRivals of Riverside," and began with my hero's career in the town ofRiverside. Joe joined the ball team there, and, after some hard work,became one of the best amateur pitchers in that section of the country.He did not have it all easy, though, and the fight was an uphill one.But Joe made good, and his team came out ahead.
"Baseball Joe on the School Nine; Or, Pitching for the Blue Banner," thesecond book in the series, saw our hero as the pitcher on a betterorganized team than were the Silver Stars. Joe had taken a step forward.He did not make the school nine without a struggle, for he had rivals,and a strong effort was made to keep him out of the game.
But Joe proved his worth, and when a critical time came he pitched tovictory, thus defeating the plans of his enemies.
It was quite a step forward for Joe to go to Yale from Excelsior Hall,where he had gotten his early education.
Naturally Joe wanted to play on the Yale team, but he had to wait sometime before his ambition was gratified. In "Baseball Joe at Yale; Or,Pitching for the College Championship," I related how, after playingduring his freshman year on the class team, Joe was picked as one of thepitchers for the varsity.
Then, indeed, he was proud and happy, but he knew it would not be aseasy as it had been at Excelsior Hall. Every step upward meant harderwork, but Joe welcomed the chance.
And when finally the deciding game came--the one with Princeton at thePolo Grounds, New York--Joe had the proud distinction of pitching forYale--and he pitched to victory.
Joe's ambition, ever since he had taken an interest in baseball, hadbeen to become a professional player. His mother had hoped that hewould become a minister, or enter one of the more learned professions,but, though Joe disappointed her hopes, there was some compensation.
"Better let the boy have his own way," Mr. Matson had said. "I wouldrather see him a good ball player than a half-rate lawyer, or doctor;and, after all, there is good money to be made on the diamond."
So, when Joe received an offer from the manager of one of the minorleague professional teams, he took it. In "Baseball Joe in the CentralLeague; Or, Making Good as a Professional Pitcher," the fourth volume ofthe series, I related Joe's experiences when he got his start inorganized baseball. How he was instrumental in bringing back on theright path a player who had gone wrong, and how he fought to the last,until his team won the pennant--all that you will find set down in thebook.
I might add that Joe lived with his father, mother, and sister in thetown of Riverside, where Mr. Matson was employed in the Royal HarvesterWorks, being an able inventor.
Joe had many friends in town, one in particular being Tom Davis, who hadgone to Excelsior Hall with him. Of late, however, Joe had not seen somuch of Tom, their occupations pursuing divergent paths.
It was while Joe was on his way to join the Pittston team, of theCentral League, that he made the acquaintance of Reggie Varley, a rich,and somewhat dudish, young man; and the acquaintance was made in an oddmanner. For Reggie practically accused Joe of knowing something of somejewelry that was missing from a valise.
Of course Joe did not take it, but for some time the theft remainedquite a mystery, until Joe solved the secret. From then on he and Reggiewere good friends, and Reggie's sister Mabel and Joe were----
Oh, well, what's the use of telling on a fellow? You wouldn't like ityourself; would you?
The baseball season came to an end, and the Pittston team covered itselfwith glory, partly due to Joe's good pitching. Cold weather set in, andthe players took themselves to their various Winter occupations, orpleasures. Joe went home, to wait until the training season should open,in preparation for league games on the velvety, green diamonds.
Several weeks of inaction had passed, the holidays were over, Winter hadset in with all earnestness, and now we find Joe hurrying along, intenton the rescue of Reggie and his sister from the snow-stalled train.
"I hope they will not freeze before I get to them," thought Joe, as hestaggered through the blinding snow. "They can't, though, for there'llbe sure to be steam for some hours yet. I guess I'll stop home, and getsomething to eat for them, and a bottle of coffee. I'll put it in one ofthose vacuum flasks, and it will keep hot."
So intent was Joe on his rescue that, for the time, he gave no morethought to the matter of joining the St. Louis nine, important as thatmatter was to him.
"I'd better get a team of horses, and a light sled," he mused, as heturned in the direction of the livery stable. "There will be some heavygoing between here and Deep Rock Cut, and I'll need a good team to pullthrough."
A little later he was leaving his order with the proprietor.
"I'll fix you up, Joe," said the stable boss, who was a baseball "fan,"and a great admirer of our hero. "I'll give you the best team in theplace, and they'll get you through, if any horses can. I expect I'llhave other calls, if, as you say, the train is stalled, for there'lllikely be other folks in town who have friends aboard her. But you'vegot the first call, and I'm glad of it."
"I'll be back in a little while," called Joe, as he hurried off. "I'mgoing around to my house to put up some lunch and coffee."
"Good idea! I'll have everything ready for you when you come back."
On Joe hurried once more, through the swirl of white flakes that cutinto his face, blown on the wings of a bitter wind. He bent his head tothe blast, and buttoned his overcoat more closely about him, as hefought his way through the drifts.
It had been snowing since early morning, and there were no signs toindicate that the storm was going to stop. It was growing colder, too,and the wind seemed to increase in violence each hour. Though it wasonly a little after one o'clock in the afternoon, it was unusually dark,and Joe realized that night would soon be at hand, hastened by theclouds overhead.
"But the snow will make it light enough to see, I guess," reasoned Joe."I hope I can keep to the road. It wouldn't be much of a joke to getReggie and Mabel out of the train, into the comfortable sled, and thenlose them on the way home."
Quickly explaining to his mother and sister his plan of going for thetwo friends in the stalled train, Joe hastily put up some sandwiches,while Clara made coffee and poured it into the vacuum bottle.
"Perhaps you'd better bring them here, Joe, instead of taking them tothe hotel," suggested his mother. "Mabel will be wet and cold, perhaps,and I could make her
more comfortable here than she would be at thehotel. We have room enough."
"She can share my room," proposed Clara.
"That's good of you," and Joe flashed a grateful look at his sister. "Ihope you will like Mabel," he added, softly.
"I guess I will; if you do," laughed Clara.
"Well, I sure do," and Joe smiled.
Then, with a big scarf to wrap about his neck, and carrying the basketof food and coffee, Joe set out for the livery stable, to start to therescue.
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