who had two runs put away while they had kept Prescott's men from
scoring.

"Fellows, we've got to do something, and we must make it strong!"
muttered Dick, as his side came in.

Reade went to bat---was struck out.

"That wasn't very strong," sighed Tom, as he passed Dick going
to the plate.

Dick Prescott had his favorite bat in his hand. He gripped it
a little harder for an instant, then relaxed and waited for Hi's
puzzling delivery.

"Strike one!"

Dick swung for the next one that came. Almost mechanically Tozier
opened his mouth to call:

"Stri-----"

But Dick's willow cut in with a "whack!"

"Woof! Whoop!" Central boys among the spectators sent up an expectant
yell, then watched breathlessly. Was the luck about to change?

"Go it! Go it! Go it!" yelled the Central boys in three different
pitches of enthusiasm.