CHAPTER XLI
GONE WRONG
Locke muttered a single word of disgust
as he rose from the bench and walked toward
the pitcher's slab. On the way he
stopped suddenly, staring for an instant toward
some teams and automobiles down beyond the far
end of the third-base bleachers. Then he walked
onward, but some of the flush was gone from his
face.
Hutchinson, sitting silent on the bench, had done little toward directing his players. Should the game go against Kingsbridge, as he believed it would, he was prepared to answer criticism by saying that Henry Cope's interference had made it impossible for him to rely on his own judgment and generalship.
Long before Crandall named the Bancroft pitcher, Hutch was wise to the man. He had likewise observed that Locke did not seem as efficient as usual, although good support had prevented the Bullies from hammering out runs.
"When the break comes," thought the rascally
