CHAPTER XIX
THE AGITATION IN BANCROFT
More than a hundred men, laborers and
mill hands, bearing new brooms, recently
bought in grocery stores, and
making a tremendous noise with tin horns, cow
bells, and voices, were marching down the main
street of Bancroft.
They were Kingsbridge fans, who had come down to the city to root for their baseball team, and to back it up, if necessary, should a disturbance start upon the field; and, to the last horny-handed husky, they looked like fellows who would as soon fight as eat; one might have fancied, even, that not a few of them were the sort who would leave a meal any day to take a hand in a healthy, head-cracking scrap.
At any rate, their appearance had been sufficient to serve notice of the cause which had brought them thirty miles by rail on this mid-week day to sit in a bunch on the Bancroft bleachers while the game was in progress.
