the Young Pitcher (1992)

by Grey, Zane

  Peg, it ain't much wonder, he went on, smoothly, and I'm not holdin' it against you. But I want you to forget yourself

  I've never had a thought of myself, retorted Ken, hotly.

  I want you to go in to-day like like an automatic machine, went on Worry, as if Ken had not spoken. There'll be a crowd out, the first of the season. Mebbe they'll throw a fit. Anyway, it's our first big game. As far as the university goes, this is our trial. The students are up in the air; they don't know what to think. Mebbe there won't be a cheer at first.... But, Peg, if we beat Herne to-day they'll tear down the bleachers.

  Well, all I've got to say is that you can order new lumber for the bleachers because we're going to win, replied Ken, with a smouldering fire in his eyes.

  There you go again! If you're not stuck on yourself, it's too much confidence. You won't be so chipper about three this afternoon, mebbe. Listen! The Herne players got into town last night, and some of them talked a little. It's just as well you didn't see the morning papers. It came to me straight that Gallagher, the captain, and Stern, the first-baseman, said you were pretty good for a kid freshman, but a little too swelled to stand the gaff in a big game. They expect you to explode before the third innin'. I wasn't goin' to tell you, Peg, but you're so

  They said that, did they? cried Ken. He jumped up with paling cheek and blazing eye, and the big hand he shoved under Worry's nose trembled like a shaking leaf. What I won't do to them will be funny! Swelled! Explode! Stand the gaff! Look here, Worry, maybe it's true, but I don't believe it.... I'll beat this Herne team! Do you get that?

  Now you're talkin', replied Worry, with an entire change of manner. You saw the Herne bunch play. They can field, but how about hittin'?

  Gallagher, Stern, Hill, and Burr are the veterans of last year's varsity, went on Ken, rapidly, as one who knew his subject. They can hit if they get what they like.

  Now you're talkin'. How about Gallagher?

  He hits speed. He couldn't hit a slow ball with a paddle.

  Now you're talkin'. There's Stern, how'd you size him?

  He's weak on a low curve, in or out, or a drop.

  Peg, you're talkin' some now. How about Hill?

  Hill is a bunter. A high ball in close, speedy, would tie him in a knot.

  Come on, hurry! There's Burr.

  Burr's the best of the lot, a good waiter and hard hitter, but he invariably hits a high curve up in the air.

  All right. So far so good. How about the rest of the team?

  I'll hand them up a straight, easy ball and let them hit. I tell you I've got Herne beaten, and if Gallagher or any one else begins to guy me I'll laugh in his face.

  Oh, you will?... Say, you go down to your room now, and stay there till time for lunch. Study or read. Don't think another minute about this game.

  Ken strode soberly out of the room.

  It was well for Ken that he did not see what happened immediately after his exit. Worry and Homans fell into each other's arms.

  Say, fellows, how I hated to do it! Worry choked with laughter and contrition. It was the hardest task I ever had. But, Cap, you know we had to make Peg sore. He's too blamed good-natured. Oh, but didn't he take fire! He'll make some of those Herne guys play low-bridge to-day. Wouldn't it be great if he gave Gallagher the laugh?

  Worry, don't you worry about that, said Homans. And it would please me, too, for Gallagher is about as wordy and pompous as any captain I've seen.

  I think you were a little hard on Ken, put in Reddy. His quiet voice drew Worry and Homans from their elation. Of course, it was necessary to rouse Ken's fighting blood, but you didn't choose the right way. You hurt his feelings. You know, Worry, that the boy is not in the least swelled.

  'Course I know it, Reddy. Why, Peg's too modest. But I want him to be dead in earnest to-day. Mind you, I'm thinkin' of Place. He'll beat Herne to a standstill. I worked on his feelin's just to get him all stirred up. You know there's always the chance of rattles in any young player, especially a pitcher. If he's mad he won't be so likely to get 'em. So I hurt his feelin's. I'll make it up to him, don't you fear for that, Reddy.

  I wish you had waited till we go over to Place next week, replied Ray. You can't treat him that way twice. Over there's where I would look for his weakening. But it may be he won't ever weaken. If he ever does it'll be because of the crowd and not the players.

  I think so, too. A yellin' mob will be new to Peg. But, fellows, I'm only askin' one game from Herne and one, or a good close game, from Place. That'll give Wayne the best record ever made. Look at our standin' now. Why, the newspapers are havin' a fit. Since I picked the varsity we haven't lost a game. Think of that! Those early games don't count. We've had an unbroken string of victories, Peg pitchin' twelve, and Schoonover four. And if wet grounds and other things hadn't cancelled other games we'd have won more.

  Yes, we're in the stretch now, Worry, and running strong. We'll win three out of these four big games, rejoined Reddy.

  Oh, say, that'd be too much! I couldn't stand it! Oh, say, Cap, don't you think Reddy, for once, is talkin' about as swift as he sprints?

  I'm afraid to tell you, Worry, replied Homans, earnestly. When I look back at our work I can't realize it. But it's time to wake up. The students over at college are waking up. They will be out to-day. You are the one to judge whether we're a great team or not. We keep on making runs. It's runs that count. I think, honestly, Worry, that after to-day we'll be in the lead for championship honors. And I hold my breath when I tell you.

  It was remarkably quiet about the training-house all that morning. The coach sent a light lunch to the boys in their rooms. They had orders to be dressed, and to report in the reading-room at one-thirty.

  Raymond came down promptly on time.

  Where's Peg? asked Worry.

  Why, I thought he was here, ahead of me, replied Raymond, in surprise.

  A quick survey of the uniformed players proved the absence of Ken Ward and Reddy Ray. Worry appeared startled out of speech, and looked helplessly at Homans. Then Ray came down-stairs, bat in one hand, shoes and glove in the other. He seated himself upon the last step and leisurely proceeded to put on his shoes.

  Reddy, did you see Peg? asked Worry, anxiously.

  Sure, I saw him, replied the sprinter.

  Well? growled the coach. Where is he? Sulkin' because I called him?

  Not so you'd notice it, answered Reddy, in his slow, careless manner. I just woke him up.

  What! yelled Arthurs.

  Peg came to my room after lunch and went to sleep. I woke him just now. He'll be down in a minute.

  Worry evidently could not reply at the moment, but he began to beam.

  What would Gallagher say to that? asked Captain Homans, with a smile. Wayne's varsity pitcher asleep before a Herne game! Oh no, I guess that's not pretty good! Worry, could you ask any more?

  Cap, I'll never open my face to him again, blurted out the coach.

  Ken appeared at the head of the stairs and had started down, when the door-bell rang. Worry opened the door to admit Murray, the trainer; Dale, the old varsity captain, and the magnificently built Stevens, guard and captain of the football team.

  Hello! Worry, called out Murray, cheerily. How're the kids? Boys, you look good to me. Trim and fit, and all cool and quiet-like. Reddy, be careful of your ankles and legs to-day. After the meet next week you can cut loose and run bases like a blue streak.

  Dale stepped forward, earnest and somewhat concerned, but with a winning frankness.

  Worry, will you let Stevens and me sit on the bench with the boys to-day?

  Worry's face took on the color of a thunder-cloud. I'm not the captain, he replied. Ask Homans.

  How about it, Roy? queried Dale.

  Homans was visibly affected by surprise, pleasure, and something more. While he hesitated, perhaps not trusting himself to reply quickly, Stevens took a giant stride to the fore.

  Homans, we've got a hunch that Wayne's going to win, he sa
id, in a deep-bass voice. A few of us have been tipped off, and we got it straight. But the students don't know it yet. So Dale and I thought we'd like them to see how we feel about it before this game. You've had a rotten deal from the students this year. But they'll more than make it up when you beat Herne. The whole college is waiting and restless.

  Homans, recovering himself, faced the two captains courteously and gratefully, and with a certain cool dignity.

  Thank you, fellows! It's fine of you to offer to sit with us on the bench. I thank you on behalf of the varsity. But not to-day. All season we've worked and fought without support, and now we're going to beat Herne without support. When we've done that you and Dale all the college can't come too quick to suit us.

  I think I'd say the same thing, if I were in your place, said Dale. And I'll tell you right here that when I was captain I never plugged any harder to win than I'll plug to-day.

  Then these two famous captains of championship teams turned to Homans' players and eyed them keenly, their faces working, hands clenched, their powerful frames vibrating with the feeling of the moment. That moment was silent, eloquent. It linked Homans' team to the great athletic fame of the university. It radiated the spirit to conquer, the glory of past victories, the strength of honorable defeats. Then Dale and Stevens went out, leaving behind them a charged atmosphere.

  I ain't got a word to say, announced Worry to the players.

  And I've very little, added Captain Homans. We're all on edge, and being drawn down so fine we may be over-eager. Force that back. It doesn't matter if we make misplays. We've made many this season, but we've won all the same. At the bat, remember to keep a sharp eye on the base-runner, and when he signs he is going down, bunt or hit to advance him. That's all.

  Ken Ward walked to the field between Worry Arthurs and Reddy Ray. Worry had no word to say, but he kept a tight grip on Ken's arm.

  Peg, I've won many a sprint by not underestimating my opponent, said Reddy, quietly. Now you go at Herne for all you're worth from the start.

  When they entered the field there were more spectators in the stands than had attended all the other games together. In a far corner the Herne players in dark-blue uniforms were practising batting. Upon the moment the gong called them in for their turn at field practice. The Wayne team batted and bunted a few balls, and then Homans led them to the bench.

  Upon near view the grand-stand and bleachers seemed a strange sight to Ken Ward. He took one long look at the black-and-white mass of students behind the back-stop, at the straggling lines leading to the gates, at the rapidly filling rows to right and left, and then he looked no more. Already an immense crowd was present. Still it was not a typical college baseball audience. Ken realized that at once. It was quiet, orderly, expectant, and watchful. Very few girls were there. The students as a body had warmed to curiosity and interest, but not to the extent of bringing the girls. After that one glance Ken resolutely kept his eyes upon the ground. He was conscious of a feeling that he wanted to spring up and leap at something. And he brought all his will to force back his over-eagerness. He heard the crack of the ball, the shouts of the Herne players, the hum of voices in the grand-stand, and the occasional cheers of Herne rooters. There were no Wayne cheers.

  Warm up a little, said Worry, in his ear.

  Ken peeled off his sweater and walked out with Dean. A long murmur ran throughout the stands. Ken heard many things said of him, curiously, wonderingly, doubtfully, and he tried not to hear more. Then he commenced to pitch to Dean. Worry stood near him and kept whispering to hold in his speed and just to use his arm easily. It was difficult, for Ken felt that his arm wanted to be cracked like a buggy-whip.

  That'll do, whispered Worry. We're only takin' five minutes' practice.... Say, but there's a crowd! Are you all right, Peg cool-like and determined?... Good! Say but Peg, you'd better look these fellows over.

  I remember them all, replied Ken. That's Gallagher on the end of the bench; Burr is third from him; Stern's fussing over the bats, and there's Hill, the light-headed fellow, looking this way. There's

  That'll do, said Worry. There goes the gong. It's all off now. Homans has chosen to take the field. I guess mebbe you won't show 'em how to pitch a new white ball! Get at 'em now! Then he called Ken back as if impelled, and whispered to him in a husky voice: It's been tough for you and for me. Listen! Here's where it begins to be sweet.

  Ken trotted out to the box, to the encouraging voices of the infield, and he even caught Reddy Ray's low, thrilling call from the far outfield.

  Play! With the ringing order, which quieted the audience, the umpire tossed a white ball to Ken.

  For a single instant Ken trembled ever so slightly in all his limbs, and the stands seemed a revolving black-and-white band. Then the emotion was as if it had never been. He stepped upon the slab, keen-sighted, cool, and with his pitching game outlined in his mind.

  Burr, the curly-haired leader of Herne's batting list, took his position to the left of the plate. Ken threw him an underhand curve, sweeping high and over the inside corner. Burr hit a lofty fly to Homans. Hill, the bunter, was next. For him Ken shot one straight over the plate. Hill let it go by, and it was a strike. Ken put another in the same place, and Hill, attempting to bunt, fouled a little fly, which Dean caught. Gallagher strode third to bat. He used a heavy club, stood right-handed over the plate, and looked aggressive. Ken gave the captain a long study and then swung slowly, sending up a ball that floated like a feather. Gallagher missed it. On the second pitch he swung heavily at a slow curve far off the outside. For a third Ken tried the speedy drop, and the captain, letting it go, was out on strikes.

  The sides changed. Worry threw a sweater around Ken.

  The ice's broke, Peg, and you've got your control. That settles it.

  Homans went up, to a wavering ripple of applause. He drew two balls and then a strike from Murphy, and hit the next hard into short field. Frick fumbled the ball, recovered it, and threw beautifully, but too late to catch Homans. Raymond sacrificed, sending his captain to second. Murphy could not locate the plate for Reddy Ray and let him get to first on four balls. Weir came next. Homans signed he was going to run on the first pitch. Weir, hitting with the runner, sent a double into right field, and Homans and Ray scored. The bleachers cheered. Homans ran down to third base to the coaching lines, and Ray went to first base. Both began to coach the runner. Dean hit into short field, and was thrown out, while Weir reached third on the play.

  Two out, now! Hit! yelled Homans to Blake.

  Blake hit safely over second, scoring Weir. Then Trace flied out to left field.

  Three runs! called Homans. Boys, that's a start! Three more runs and this game's ours! Now, Peg, now!

  Ken did not need that trenchant thrilling now. The look in Worry's eyes had been enough. He threw speed to Halloway, and on the third ball retired him, Raymond to McCord. Stern came second to bat. In Ken's mind this player was recorded with a weakness on low curves. And Ken found it with two balls pitched. Stern popped up to Blake. Frick, a new player to Ken, let a strike go by, and missed a drop and a fast ball.

  They can't touch you, Ken, called Raymond, as he tossed aside his glove.

  Faint cheers rose from scattered parts of the grand-stand, and here and there shouts and yells. The audience appeared to stir, to become animated, and the Herne players settled down to more sober action on the field.

  McCord made a bid for a hit, but failed because of fast work by Stern. Ken went up, eager to get to first in any way. He let Murphy pitch, and at last, after fouling several good ones, he earned his base on balls. Once there, he gave Homans the sign that he would run on the first pitch, and he got a fair start. He heard the crack of the ball and saw it glinting between short and third. Running hard, he beat the throw-in to third. With two runners on bases, Raymond hit to deep short. Ken went out trying to reach home. Again Reddy Ray came up and got a base on balls, filling the bases. The crowd began to show excitement, and seemed to be stifli
ng cheers in suspense. Weir hurried to bat, his shock of hair waving at every step. He swung hard on the first ball, and, missing it, whirled down, bothering the catcher. Homans raced home on a half-passed ball. Then Weir went out on a fly to centre.

  Peg, keep at them! called Reddy Ray. We've got Murphy's measure.

  It cost Ken an effort to deliberate in the box, to think before he pitched. He had to fight his eagerness. But he wasted few balls, and struck Mercer out. Van Sant hit to Weir, who threw wild to first, allowing the runner to reach third. Murphy, batting next, hit one which Ken put straight over the plate, and it went safe through second, scoring Van Sant. The Herne rooters broke out in loud acclaim. Burr came up, choking his bat up short. Again Ken gave him the high, wide curve. He let it pass and the umpire called it a strike. Ken threw another, a little outside this time. Evidently Burr was trying out Ken's control.

  He can't put them over! yelled Gallagher, from the coaching line. Here's where he goes up! Wait him out, Burr. Good eye, old man! Here's where we explode the freshman!

  Ken glanced at Gallagher and laughed. Then he sped up another high curve, which the umpire called a strike.

  That's the place, Peg! Put another there! floated from Reddy in the outfield.

  Burr swung viciously, hitting a bounder toward second base. Raymond darted over, went down with his bird-like quickness, came up with the ball, and then he touched the bag and threw to first. It was a play in which he excelled. The umpire called both runners out, retiring the side. A short, sharp yell, like a bark, burst from the bleachers.

  Worry was smilingly thoughtful as his boys trotted in to bat.

  Say, if you get a couple of runs this time we'll be It. Look at the students. Ready to fall out of the stands.... Peg, I'm glad Herne got a run. Now we won't think of a shut-out. That'll steady us up. And, boys, break loose now, for the game's ours.

  Dean started off with a clean single. On the first pitch he broke for second, and had to slide to make it, as Blake missed the strike. Then Blake went out to first. Trace walked. McCord poked a little fly over the infield, scoring Dean. Ken fouled out. The unerring Homans again hit safely, sending Trace in. With two out and McCord on third and Homans on second, Raymond laid down a beautiful bunt, tallying McCord. And when the Herne catcher tried to head Homans from making third Raymond kept on toward second. It was a daring dash, and he dove to the bag with a long slide, but the decision was against him.