第21章 THE RUBE'S HONEYMOON`(5)

``Well, Connie,'' went on Milly, when I had promised, ``it was the funniest thing yet, but it was horrid of McCall.You see, the Rube had upper seven and Nan had lower seven.Early this morning, about daylight, Nan awoke very thirsty and got up to get a drink.During her absence, probably, but any way some time last night, McCall changed the number on her curtain, and when Nan came back to number seven of course she almost got in the wrong berth.''

``No wonder the Rube punched him!'' I declared.

``I wish we were safe home.Something'll happen yet on this trip.''

I was faithful to my promise to Milly, but the secret leaked out somewhere; perhaps Mac told it, and before the game that day all the players knew it.The Rube, having recovered his good humor, minded it not in the least.He could not have felt ill-will for any length of time.Everything seemed to get back into smooth running order, and the Honeymoon Trip bade fair to wind up beautifully.

But, somehow or other, and about something unknown to the rest of us, the Rube and Nan quarreled.It was their first quarrel.Milly and I tried to patch it up but failed.

We lost the first game to Providence and won the second.The next day, a Saturday, was the last game of the trip, and it was Rube's turn to pitch.Several times during the first two days the Rube and Nan about half made up their quarrel, only in the end to fall deeper into it.

Then the last straw came in a foolish move on the part of wilful Nan.She happened to meet Henderson, her former admirer, and in a flash she took up her flirtation with him where she had left off.

``Don't go to the game with him, Nan,'' Ipleaded.``It's a silly thing for you to do.Of course you don't mean anything, except to torment Whit.But cut it out.The gang will make him miserable and we'll lose the game.There's no telling what might happen.''

``I'm supremely indifferent to what happens,''

she replied, with a rebellious toss of her black head.``I hope Whit gets beaten.''

She went to the game with Henderson and sat in the grand stand, and the boys spied them out and told the Rube.He did not believe it at first, but finally saw them, looked deeply hurt and offended, and then grew angry.But the gong, sounding at that moment, drew his attention to his business of the day, to pitch.

His work that day reminded me of the first game he ever pitched for me, upon which occasion Captain Spears got the best out of him by making him angry.For several innings Providence was helpless before his delivery.Then something happened that showed me a crisis was near.A wag of a fan yelled from the bleachers.

``Honeymoon Rube!''

This cry was taken up by the delighted fans and it rolled around the field.But the Rube pitched on, harder than ever.Then the knowing bleacherite who had started the cry changed it somewhat.

``Nanny's Rube!'' he yelled.

This, too, went the rounds, and still the Rube, though red in the face, preserved his temper and his pitching control.All would have been well if Bud Wiler, comedian of the Providence team, had not hit upon a way to rattle Rube.

``Nanny's Goat!'' he shouted from the coaching lines.Every Providence player took it up.

The Rube was not proof against that.He yelled so fiercely at them, and glared so furiously, and towered so formidably, that they ceased for the moment.Then he let drive with his fast straight ball and hit the first Providence batter in the ribs.His comrades had to help him to the bench.The Rube hit the next batter on the leg, and judging from the crack of the ball, I fancied that player would walk lame for several days.

The Rube tried to hit the next batter and sent him to first on balls.Thereafter it became a dodging contest with honors about equal between pitcher and batters.The Providence players stormed and the bleachers roared.But I would not take the Rube out and the game went on with the Rube forcing in runs.

With the score a tie, and three men on bases one of the players on the bench again yelled ``Nanny's Goat!''

Straight as a string the Rube shot the ball at this fellow and bounded after it.The crowd rose in an uproar.The base runners began to score.

I left my bench and ran across the space, but not in time to catch the Rube.I saw him hit two or three of the Providence men.Then the policemen got to him, and a real fight brought the big audience into the stamping melee.Before the Rube was collared I saw at least four blue-coats on the grass.

The game broke up, and the crowd spilled itself in streams over the field.Excitement ran high.I tried to force my way into the mass to get at the Rube and the officers, but this was impossible.I feared the Rube would be taken from the officers and treated with violence, so I waited with the surging crowd, endeavoring to get nearer.Soon we were in the street, and it seemed as if all the stands had emptied their yelling occupants.

A trolley car came along down the street, splitting the mass of people and driving them back.

A dozen policemen summarily bundled the Rube upon the rear end of the car.Some of these officers boarded the car, and some remained in the street to beat off the vengeful fans.

I saw some one thrust forward a frantic young woman.The officers stopped her, then suddenly helped her on the car, just as I started.Irecognized Nan.She gripped the Rube with both hands and turned a white, fearful face upon the angry crowd.

The Rube stood in the grasp of his wife and the policemen, and he looked like a ruffled lion.

He shook his big fist and bawled in far-reaching voice:

``I can lick you all!''

To my infinite relief, the trolley gathered momentum and safely passed out of danger.The last thing I made out was Nan pressing close to the Rube's side.That moment saw their reconciliation and my joy that it was the end of the Rube's Honeymoon.