True to expectations Spoff struck out.
"Do it, Hazelton! You've got to do it!" yelled the Central fans
despairingly. "Don't miss any tricks!"
Harry, however, could find nothing safe to hit at. He took first
on called balls, advancing Greg to third and Dan to second.
Wrecker Lane now swung the willow. On his face was a do-or-die,
dogged expression. Wrecker was not a brilliant player, though
he was one to whom defeat came hard.
"Go after it, Wrecker. Put it over hard! Slam!"
After two strikes and one ball had been called Wrecker let go
in deadly earnest. Bang! The blow split the leather, which went
in an erratic though by no means short course. Greg dashed in
over the plate amid wild cheers. Dan, hotfooting as he had never
before done in his life, crossed the plate also. Wrecker, panting,
reached first, looked at the fielder almost on the ball, sped
on, then prudently turned and make back for first.
Toby Ross now went to bat, and struck out in crisp one-two-three
order.
"Wrecker, that was a bully liner!" glowed Dick, grasping the hand
of the boy who had saved the score in its critical moment. "You
seemed to have Hi Martin's delivery down to a certainty."
"Yes, and it was a wonder, too," confessed Wrecker, still a bit
dazed.
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