CHAPTER II A STRANGE PROPHECY COMES TRUE
"Oh!" someone exclaimed. "There is Burt Standish! He's going to pitchagainst us!"
Johnny knew that voice. It was Meggy Strawn. Johnny could not quiteremember when he first played with Meggy. Many summers he had visited atGrandfather Thompson's old-fashioned house, and Meg was always there. Shelived only three doors away. He remembered her in rompers, short dressesand knickers. Now she was sixteen. Her bright orange sweater and skirt ofbrilliant blue somehow matched her sharply turned-up nose and freckledcheeks. Meg was real. Johnny thought her the realest girl he had everknown. "Not soft," was the way he had expressed it, "Just gloriouslyold-fashioned, no painted lips, nor cheeks either, and nocigarets--nothing like that; just all girl! And pep! Say, there's not agirl with half her get-up-and-go, not in the whole big city of Chicago,or anywhere else!"
Yes, Johnny liked Meg. And now as he smiled at her he said, "BurtStandish will pitch, and we'll lose the game."
"Lose! Johnny--" Meg grabbed his arm. "Why do you say that? I just heardwe were to have a marvelous pitcher, a real star."
"Yes," Johnny agreed slowly. "Guess I know as much about that as--well,as anyone, except Colonel Chamberlain. All the same, we'll lose. You'llsee!"
"Crepe hanger!" Meg gave him a shake. "Just you watch our smoke!" Seizinga megaphone, she sprang out upon the turf to shout:
"Yea! Yea! Yea! Team! Team! Team!" Then, as her lithe young body swayedin rhythmic motion there came back from a hundred throats:
"Yea! Yea! Yea! Team! Team! Team!"
All the same, as Meg dropped to a place beside him on the grass, Johnnyrepeated solemnly, "We lose. Tao Sing knows."
"What?" Meggy gave him a sharp look. "Who is Tao Sing?"
Johnny did not reply.
A moment later, at a motion from Colonel Chamberlain, who had just comeonto the field, Johnny walked away.
"I'm sorry, Johnny." The Colonel's face was sober as Johnny reached hisside. "It's a tough break for the team, but J. can't be with us today."
"Jay?" Johnny stared.
"Suppose you are thinking J-a-y." The Colonel smiled. "Just leave thelast two letters off. That's what our star pitcher prefers to be knownby--just the plain letter 'J.' And, as I was saying, I couldn't get himout--not today. He--he told me he didn't want to chance it."
"Chance what?" Johnny was keenly disappointed. "'Fraid his arm wouldn'thold out?"
"Not that. Something else. I can't explain further." The Colonel's voicedropped. "Just tell the boys we're sorry. Hope he can be with you nextgame."
It was a very sober Johnny who walked toward the spot where the Hillcrestteam was gathered, waiting, expectant, hoping at any moment to see theirnew pitcher. This quiet, old-fashioned city had somehow gotten intoJohnny's blood. It was the home of his ancestors. He loved it for thatand for other reasons. The people who lived here stood for certainthings--that is, most of them did. They were honest, or at least ashonest as they knew how to be. They were kind to the unfortunate. Theybelieved in both work and rest. Saturday afternoon was their time forrecreation. They loved their ball games. And there were very specialreasons why, this year, these games _must_ be a grand success. Johnnyknew this. That was one reason for his sober face.
"Sorry!" he said quietly, a moment later, to Doug Danby, the captain."The Colonel just told me our surprise pitcher won't be here today."
"Won't be here?" Doug's jaw dropped.
"Oh well!" he sighed a moment later. "Just have to make the best of it.And--" his lips closed tight. "We'll win anyway."
"Oh no, you won't." These words were on Johnny's lips. They remainedunsaid.
"See?" Johnny grinned at Meg as he returned to his place. "Our starpitcher will not be here! What does that mean? What did I tell you?"
"Yes, you and your mysterious Chinaman!" Meg scoffed. "We'll win, you'llsee!"
Johnny did not truly hear this outburst. He was wondering, in a strangeand sudden sort of way, whether there could be any connection between themysterious little Chinaman and the failure of their star pitcher toappear. "Of course not," he whispered to himself. All the same, he didnot feel quite sure.
If they lost that game it would not be Meggy's fault. This became evidentfrom the start. With her bright sweater thrown carelessly upon theground, shapely brown arms waving, nimble feet dancing, she led thecheering as no cheer leader had done before.
And it did seem from the start that old Hillcrest had more than an evenchance. Fred Frame, their regular pitcher, whose arm had a mean way ofgoing back on him just at the wrong moment, held his place in the box andpitched remarkably well.
Hillcrest went into the lead in the first inning. They held that leaddoggedly until the fifth. In the sixth they slipped. Three runs came infor the rival team, and Hillcrest stood one score behind.
"It's going to be too bad if we lose," Johnny said soberly as Meg,seizing his arm to steady herself for a moment, whispered hoarsely,"Every game counts. The fans want victory. They want the pennant, or--"
She did not finish for at that moment Doug Danby, captain of theHillcrest team, got a homer, tying the score.
"Ray! Ray! Ray! Doug! Doug! Doug!" Meggy was away like a flaming rocket.
The first half of the eighth found Hillcrest ahead by two runs.
"Johnny, we're going to win!" Meggy was jumping up and down.
"No," said Johnny soberly, "we're going to lose."
"Johnny, why do you say that? We're two runs ahead!"
"Wait and see." Johnny's face was solemn.
"Now why _did_ I say that?" he thought to himself a moment later. "Justbecause that little Chinaman said it. And how could he know?" He wasquite disgusted with himself. And yet--
"We'll show them!" Meggy cried. Seizing a megaphone, once again shesprang to the grass before the grandstand.
Johnny cheered loudest of all and hoped with all his heart that his direprophecy might not come true.
"We'll win!" Meggy screamed. "Of course we will!"
Hillcrest came up to bat. The dark eyes of the opposing pitcher gleamedas he sent the ball streaking across the plate.
"Strike one!"
"Strike two!"
"Strike three!" The umpire's voice boomed, and Hillcrest's star batterwent down. Two others followed in a row.
A hush fell over the grandstand as the home players took their places onthe diamond. It was now or never.
The pitcher seemed nervous. The balls went wild. The short, stockycatcher waited the next in grim silence.
"Strike--"
"Strike----"
Even Johnny was hopeful. Vain hope! The next two were balls.
"Take your base."
But now the pitcher got a grip on himself. One man went down swinging.The next sent a pop-up into the infield.
"Two down. We got 'em!" Meggy screamed. Johnny was silent. Why did hebelieve in that little yellow man? He was plagued by the question.
"Yes! Yes! We got 'em! There he goes! Down to second. Francois will gethim!" For a space of seconds he was sure the game was over.
Like the steady swing of a pendulum the catcher's arm went up. The ballsped. It came exactly where Roger Kreider's mit should have been. ButRoger muffed it. The hard-thrown ball rolled far into center field. Therunner went on to third. Four more wild ones and a batter went to first.The next man up hit one squarely on the nose and boosted it over thefence for a home run. After that the Centralia rooters went mad.
Had Hillcrest lost? The fans watched in grim silence as their team cameto bat. It took but one score to tie, and two to win. But those scoresnever came. They went down swinging bravely, one, two, three. The gamewas over. Hillcrest had lost.
"There will be other games," Johnny consoled the disconsolate Meggy."Many more." And at that instant he resolved that Colonel Chamberlain'sstar pitcher should be in the box for the next game. "Even if I have todrag him by the heels!" he muttered grimly.
But Meggy, staring
at him in a strange way, whispered, "Johnny, how didyou know?"
"I--I didn't," Johnny replied hoarsely, "not really."
Then he ducked. He saw the little Chinaman approaching and did not wantto be seen in his company.
Ten minutes later the diminutive Tao Sing caught up with him.
"You see!" He was all smiles. "I tell you! I have picture of what youthink. I have picture of what Barney Bradford think too. You are goodfriend of Wung Lu." Once again his voice dropped. "Monday I show youpicture of what you think. Four o'clock? Heh? Mebby all right. Heh? Youcome to Whong Lee's place, yes? All right. Monday."
He was gone. Johnny stared after him. What was it all about? He had toknow. He would be at Whong Lee's place at four on Monday--he was sure ofthat.