fans, reached the bleachers. He stretched his
long arms up to the fence and prepared to vault over. "Where's the guy
who called me redhead?" he yelled.

That was heaping fuel on the fire. From all over the bleachers, from
everywhere, came the obnoxious word. Red heaved himself over the fence
and piled into the fans. Then followed the roar of many voices, the
tramping of many feet, the pressing forward of line after line of
shirt-sleeved men and boys. That bleacher stand suddenly assumed the
maelstrom appearance of a surging mob round an agitated center. In a
moment all the players rushed down the field, and confusion reigned.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Delaney.

However, the game had to go on. Delaney, no doubt, felt all was over.
Nevertheless there were games occasionally that seemed an unending
series of unprecedented events. This one had begun admirably to break
a record. And the Providence fans, like all other fans, had cultivated
an appetite as the game proceeded. They were wild to put the other
redheads out of the field or at least out for the inning, wild to tie
the score, wild to win and wilder than all for more excitement. Clammer
hit safely. But when Reddie Ray lined to the second baseman, Clammer,
having taken a lead, was doubled up in the play.

Of course, the sixth inning opened with the Stars playing only eight
men. There was another delay. Probably everybody except Delaney and
perhaps Healy had forgotten the Stars were short a man. Fuller called
time. The impatient bleachers barked for action.

Capt. White came over to Delaney and courteously offered to lend a
player for the remaining innings. Then a pompous individual came out
of the door leading from the press boxes--he was a director Delaney
disliked.

"Guess you'd better let Fuller call the game," he said brusquely.

"If you want to--as the score stands now in our favor," replied Delaney.

"Not on your life! It'll be ours or else we'll play it out and beat
you to death."

He departed in high dudgeon.

"Tell Reddie to swing over a little toward left," was Delaney's order
to Healy. Fire gleamed in the manager's eye.

Fuller called play then, with Reddy Clammer and Reddie Ray composing
the Star outfield. And the Grays evidently prepared to do great
execution through the wide lanes thus opened up. At that stage it
would not have been like matured ball players to try to crop hits down
into the infield.

White sent a long fly