 It all seemed like a dream as the boys reflected back. The old main central work train motoring its way up the tracks, just 50 feet from behind second base, an empty Pullman sleeper in tow, the porter waving with his free hand, grasping the ball with his other. The boys were mesmerized at the hit that sent their ball straight into the train door and the ease with which the porter snagged it. But then they were enraged. Why?