The boys laughed. "It's lucky I didn't know all that," grinned Bert, "or I might have got so nervous that they would have knocked me out of the box. But since you are so interested, let me show you a memento of the game." And running below, he was back in a minute with the souvenir presented to him by the college enthusiasts.
It was a splendid gift. The identical ball with which he had struck out the opposing team's most dangerous slugger in the ninth had been encased in a larger ball of solid gold on which Bert's name had been engraved, together with the date and score of the famous game. Now it was passed from hand to hand amid loud expressions of admiration.
"It's certainly a beauty," commented Mr. Quinby, "and my only regret is that I wasn't called upon to contribute toward getting it. I suppose it will be rather hard on you fellows," he went on, "to have to go without any baseball this summer. If I know you rightly, you'd rather play than eat."
"Oh, well," broke in Ralph, "they may be able to take a fling at it once in a while, even if they are abroad. It used to be the 'national' game, but it is getting so popular everywhere that we'll soon have to call it the 'international' game. In Japan, especially, there are some corking good teams, and they play the game for all it is worth. Take the nine of Waseda University, and they'd give Yale or Princeton all they wanted to do to beat them. Last year, they hired a big league star to come all the way from America, to act as coach. They don't have enough 'beef,' as a rule, to make them heavy sluggers, but they are all there in bunting and place hitting, and they are like cats on the bases."
"Yes," said Dick, "and, even leaving foreigners out of the question, the crews from Uncle Sam's warships have what you might call a Battleship League among themselves, and every vessel has its nine. Feeling runs high when they are in port, and the games are as hotly contested as though a World's Series were in question. I'm told that, at the time of the Boxer rebellion, there were some dandy games played by our boys right under the walls of Peking."
Just here the captain approached, and, with a hearty handshake and best wishes for the journey, Mr. Quinby went forward with him to discuss business details connected with the trip.