Wayland fans were strolling away in dejection, but Gridley folks stood up to watch and cheer.
The whole nine had done its duty in fine shape, but Dick Prescott had made himself the idol of the Gridley diamond.
When the band stopped, the cheers welled forth.

The lion's share was for Prescott, but Darrin was not forgotten.

Even Ripley, who had pitched three of the minor games, came in for some notice.
Dick?
With the strain and suspense gone he felt limp and weak for a few minutes.

Under the cold shower he revived somewhat.

Yet, when he started homeward, he found that he ached all over.