“Yes,” went on the catcher. “Every ball you threw came in as straight as a die, and the curve broke just at the right time. Say, maybe I’m loony, or dreaming, but you pitch just as you used to, Bill, before you got hurt! Do your eyes feel any differently?” “Well, they don’t ache as they used to when I pitched without my glasses, and there seems to be a queer feeling in my head.” He put his hand back to where he had fallen on the stone a little while before. “Bill, you’ve got your eyesight back!” cried Cap eagerly. “I’m sure of it!” “Do you really believe it?” asked the pitcher trembling with suppressed hope. “Sure. But we’ll try once more. Come over here.” The game was going rather slow now, for the Tuckerton pitcher was tiring, and was not sure of his man. He had decided to walk him, and to kill time was playing with Whistle-Breeches, who was on second. Consequently little attention needed to be given to the contest for the moment by the captain. He could see what Cap and Bill were going to do. Once more Bill threw in the balls. They came just as they had formerly done, perfectly. “You’ll do!” cried Cap in delight. “Get ready to go to the box!” ordered the captain tensely. “But I—I don’t understand,” stammered the pitcher. “You’ve got your sight back!” went on his brother, “and I believe what did it was the fall you just had. It did something to your head—relieved the blood or nerve pressure or something. Anyhow you can pitch once more!” “That’s the stuff!” cried Graydon. “We need you!” There was a wild yell from the grandstands, and out burst a chorus of a Westfield song. “Whistle-Breeches brought in a run,” cried Graydon. “Things are picking up! Now we’ll wallop ’em!” Three runs were the best Westfield could do that inning and when the home team was ready to take the field there was a murmur of surprise as it was announced that Bill Smith would pitch. As Bill started toward the box there was some excitement at one of the entrance gates near the grandstand back of the home plate. “I must go in! I must go in!” a voice cried. “I tell you the Smith boys need me!” Something in the voice attracted the attention of Bill, Cap and Pete. They looked, and saw Professor Clatter rush past a ticket-taker. “Here I am!” cried the medicine man. “I came on as soon as I could. I got your message in Langfield. And here are your glasses, Bill!” He held up the case containing the missing spectacles, and fairly ran across the diamond. CHAPTER XXXII NIP AND TUCK FOR VICTORY The game was halted. There were angry demands from several players as to why a stranger was allowed to come on the field. Others, recognizing the professor, clamored that it was all right. “I came as soon as I could!” explained the medicine man to the Smith boys, who gathered about him. “I knew something must be wrong. I can’t locate Tithonus though. What is it? Bill’s glasses? Here they are, found in the most opportune way! Talk about golden rivers!”