Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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. ,M .MT 32 THE CREST inning. He knew the pinch he was in, and he began to rattle, as Lou later termed it. The first man walked. The second was caught out on a neat fly. The next man singled to first, putting two men on bases. The following batter was thrown out at first, while the next arrived safely. Dawgone it! growled Lou under his breath. If they get the next one it will be a tie, and if they get the next, we're done up, beaten, that's all. There's Quent over there, said Ralph, and in his togs. Where ? nearly shouted Lou. Oh, I see him now I and he ran over to Lou. How's your arm ? inquired Lou, and Quent said that it was all right. Well, continued Lou, you get in the box over there and put the next man out. There are two men out and three on bases. Don't let the next fellow hit the 'pill, or we're done for. We are only one run to the good. Now. don't let them get that run. , , Quenten slowly took his place and threw three or four to Lou. The crowd began to cheer and yell, for some one had spoken his name and the crowd was picking it up and his school friends cheered him. Quent faced the batter and Lou signalled for an in which the batter fouled. Lou next signalled for an out which the batter missed. Quent refused to throw any which Lou next signalled until there was only the drop left, which he threw. The batter struck at the ball but missed it fairly. Three strikes and out! bawled the umpire, and the scoreboard said: Hilton, 6g Weston, 5. The roar that the winning crowd raised was something that Quenten never forgot. Friends came from everywhere to shake hands and congrat- ulate him, and Lou was, as Quent put it, hugging him to death. The whole team was around him, and the next thing he knew he was being carried to the dressing room. How is it that you changed you mind and didn't go ? inquired Lou of Quent when they were on their way to their rooms. Quent showed him the telegram. 4'You see, explained Quent, I thought I might help you, so I put on my suit and came over. But I was nearly too late, he added. Say, how did you get that last fellow out so easily? I don't see it at all. Well, drawled Quent, you see, when I threw that 'in' he fouled. The out he missed because it was low, so I concluded that he could not hit a low ball, so the reason for the drop. Well, here we are at my room. I'm glad that the pennant is ours. Good luck to you. I hope I shall see you here next fall, and with that Quent took leave of his friend.

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THE CREST 31 they'll go into this game neck and foot. This is the only year that we had a team that has amounted to anything and here you go leaving us in a mess. You can't go and leave us now, finished Lou firmly. :Ralph is as good as I am, Lou, he'll win the game for you if anyone can, -replied Quenten, looking across the campus at the boys at their daily practice. ' 'iPitch.and be hanged! Of course he can pitch pretty good, but if he igelgsbin a tight place he gets rattled and that finishes it, declared Lou No, he'll take you through all right. I told Dad that if he should need me that he should let me know, and now I have to go, that's all there is to it. , But listen, man, isn't'there any way to get out of it ? argued Lou. No, I told Dad that I would come, and now it's up to me to go. Well, so long, said Quenten, turning and extending his hand. Imay not see you again, and then left for his room. The next afternoon Quenten was slowly making his way to the station and his reluctant legs carried him slowly. I guess they have been playing for fifteen minutes. I wonder why Dad could not have told me to have come tomorrow. He had neared the depot, and his thoughts were in such a turmoil that before he had time to think he was thrown against the fence and a boy of about fourteen went off his bicycle and sprawled on the pavement. Quenten ran to the boy, picked him up and discovered that the side of his foreheadwas slowly but surely giving way to a bump. The lad blinked his eyes and looked Quenten over. critically. Are you Quenten Reese ? he at last asked, and Quenten assured him that he was. - e Well, he continued slowly, I've a telegram here for you, and the boy gave the missive to Quenten. Quenten tore it open and read the words: Changed my plans. Come tomorrow.-DAD. Quenten's hand dove into his pocket and threw the badly shaken boy a dollar and went back to school on the run, while the grinning boy slowly remarked: He was a sport, anyway. ' The score was 6 to 5. Two men out and one strike on the man at the bat, flashed through Lou's mind as he sat on the bench. Humph! he slowly muttered, They got all the chance in the world to beat us, for they have another inning, even if we are one run to the good, and Lou made his way to the plate to put on his mask and glove, for the last batter had struck out. U Ralph had pitched a good game, and it was now up to him to win the game. He went to the mound and threw a few to Lou to warm up for the

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