"Strike him out, old man!"

Again Tom twirled the ball and sent it in. Just the instant before it
left his hand, his foot slipped, and the sphere came in, not on a
curve as the young pitcher had intended, but straight. Crack! went the
bat, and in a twinkling the sphere was sailing high in the air toward
left field.

"Hurrah, that's the way to do it!"

"Run, everybody run!"

"Get it, Sam, get it!"

The ball was high in the air and well over Sam's head. The youngest
Rover was running with might and main down left field. The eyes of all
the spectators were on him. On and on, and still on, he sped, with the
ball curving lower, and lower toward the field. Then, just as the
sphere was coming down, Sam made a wild clutch with his left hand and
caught it.

"Batter out!"

"My, what a catch!"

"Wasn't it a beauty!"

"Brill wins the game!"