The team and substitutes gathered at twelve o’clock at the Mansion, the
smaller and quieter of Clearfield’s two hotels, and had their luncheon.
Dick presided and did his best to keep the fellows steady. On the whole
there was little indication of nervousness and the meal passed off
quite cheerily. At one they adjourned to the upstairs parlor, where,
behind closed doors, Dick put them through a final examination in
signals. By that time the town showed the presence of the invader. Blue
banners and arm-bands and megaphones were in evidence on the streets
and the cars coming up Pine Street from the station were well filled.
Manager Cotner joined the team, breathless and tired, just before they
were ready to start for the field.
“I’ve just had an awful experience,” he gasped as he sank into a chair.
“Mr. Grayson telephoned to me for an extra pair of tickets and _wanted
to pay for them_! What are we coming to?”
“Did you let him?” laughed Bert Cable.
“No, but the experience quite unnerved me. Cochran’s going to umpire
for us, fellows. The Springdale chap’s got tonsilitis or laryngitis or
bronchitis or――or――――”
“Coldfeetitis,” suggested Lanny. “Cochran’s all right, I guess. What’s
the time, Dick?”
“Time to go. Are the cars pretty full, George?”
“Jammed! Looks as if all Springdale was here. They’re running extras
through from the station, though, and I guess we can crowd on. All
ready? Come on, then. Gee, but I wish this was over!”
By a quarter past two, when Springdale came on for practice, the
stands were nearly filled. The Blue had a section to herself and it
was ablossom with waving flags and small white-lettered megaphones.
Dahl’s Silver Cornet Band, augmented for the occasion to the grand
total of fourteen pieces, discoursed sweet――well, discoursed music; let
us not be too particular as to the quality of it. Springdale was well
represented, Clearfield was there in force. Dick had given tickets to
Louise Brent and Mrs. Brent as well as to his sister and mother, and
they were seated together in the front of the stand, Louise armed with
a silken purple flag.
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