"We only want two runs to win."

The next batter was one that Tom, fortunately, had studied closely.
This man usually waited all he could in the hope of having balls
called on the pitcher. As a consequence, Tom fed him several straight
ones over the plate, and so quickly that two strikes were called
almost before the baseman realized what was occurring. Then, as he
swung at a low one, the third strike was called, and he was declared
out. In the meantime, however, the runner on first had made second.
Then came another out, and then a drive to second, which landed the
batsman on first, but kept the man on second where he was.

"Two men on base!"

"Bring 'em in, Landy! Bang it out for all you are worth!"

"Careful, Tom, careful!" pleaded Bob; and even Spud came down to
interview the pitcher.

"I'm doing all I can," returned Tom.

It must be admitted that Tom's blood was surging wildly. A miss-- and
the game would either become a tie or be won by Roxley.

In came the ball, and the Roxley player swung at it viciously.

"Strike one!"

"Good boy, Tom, keep it up!"