And his faith was justified when, in the seventh inning, the Giants, stung by the taunts of their manager, really woke up and got into action. A perfect storm of hits broke from their bats and had the Japanese players running after the ball until their tongues hung out. Five runs came in and it was "all over but the shouting." There was not much shouting, however, for the home crowd had seen its dream of victory shattered. But though the Giants won handily in the end by a score of six to two, it had been a red-hot game, and had taken some of the conceit out of the major leaguers. It was a tip, too, to the All-Americans, who, when they played the Waseda team a little later, went in with determination to win the game from the start and trimmed their opponents handsomely. "Those Japs are the goods all right," conceded McRae, when at last they were ready to embark for Hongkong. "You're right they are," agreed Robbie. "We call ourselves the world's champions," grinned Jim. "But, after all, we're only champions of the United States. The time may come when there will be a real World's Series and then the pennant will mean something more than it does now." "It would be some big jump between the games," said Joe. "Lots of queer things happen," said Larry sagely. "The time yet may come when the umpire will take off his hat, bow to the crowd and say-- "'Ladies and gentlemen: the batteries for to-day's game are Matsuda and Nagawiki for the All-Japans, Matson and Mylert for the All-Americans.'" CHAPTER XXI RUNNING AMUCK If Japan had been a revelation to the tourists, China was a still greater one. For Japan, however much she clung to the dreamy life of former times, had at last awakened and was fast adapting herself to modern, civilized conditions. If Japan was still half dreaming, China was sound asleep. This, of course, was not true of the foreign quarter, where the great English government buildings and commercial houses might have been those of Paris or London. But just behind this lay the real China, looking probably the same as three hundred thousand years ago. The little streets, so narrow in places that the houses almost touched and a carriage could not pass! That strange medley of sounds and smells and noises! Here a tinker mending his pans on the sidewalk! There a dentist, pulling a tooth in the open street, jugglers performing their tricks, snake charmers exhibiting their slimy pets. There was a bewildering jumble of trades, occupations and amusements, so utterly different from what the tourists had ever before seen that it held their curiosity unabated and their interest stimulated to its highest pitch during the period of their stay. "Everything is so topsy turvy!" exclaimed Mabel, as she threaded the noisome streets, clinging close to Joe's arm. "I feel like Alice in Wonderland." "It's not surprising that things should be upside down when we're in the Antipodes," laughed Joe.