Ralph Henry Barbour

Captain Chub Ralph Henry Barbour

Pritchett, the Crimson pitcher, nodded silently as he drew on his glove and walked across to the box. He didn't mean to lose them. So far, at the beginning of the ninth inning, it was anybody's game. The score was 3 to 3. Pritchett had pitched a grand game: had eight strike-outs to his credit, had given but one base on balls, and had been hit but three times for a total of four bases. For five innings, for the scoring on both sides had been done in the first part of the game, he had held the Blue well in hand, and he didn't mean to lose control of the situation now. The cheering from the stands occupied by the supporters of the Crimson team, which had died away as the unlucky hit to left-fielder had retired the side, began again, and continued until the first of the blue-stockinged batsmen stepped to the plate.