"I'll do it!" cried Langridge. "You watch me!"
But he failed miserably. He did manage to strike out two men, for there was snap and vicious vim in the way he delivered the balls, but suddenly, when the influence of the stimulant he had taken wore off, he went to pieces and the Boxers piled in five runs before they were stopped by a remarkable brace in the Randall fielding contingent.
There was a steely look in the eyes of Coach Lighton as the Randalls came in for their turn to bat in the sixth inning.
"I'll do better next time," promised Langridge, but he spoke rather languidly.
"No, you'll not!" exclaimed the coach.
"Why not?" and the pitcher seemed suddenly awakened.
"Because you're not going to pitch next inning!"
"I'm not?"
"No, you're not."
"I guess I'm manager of this team."
"And I'm the coach. I say you shan't pitch any more in this game, or, if you do, I'll resign here and now. Captain Woodhouse, are you with me in this?"
"Oh, well, can't you take a rest for a couple of innings, Fred, and pitch the last one?" asked the captain, adding: "if the Boxers will allow us to suspend the rules for you."
