Whew! They go like greased lightning
when they're sprinting around the diamond."
"Well, why shouldn't they run?" demanded Hi. "Prescott and his
fellows have been running every day since the snow went away."
"I wish our Norths had been running all the time, too," sighed
Bill.
The Souths were playing desperately well in the field. Dick's
side came in for the ninth, but did not succeed in getting another
run.
"Now, watch 'em closely, fellows," counseled Dick, as, from the
benches, he started his men out to the field. "The Souths are
mad and game, and they may get runs enough in this last half to
beat us. Play, all the time, as if you didn't know what it was
to be tired. Keep after 'em!"
Dick struck the first South Grammar fellow out. The next man
at bat took first on called balls. The next hit a light fly that
was good for a base. The player who followed sent a bunt that
Dave, as short-stop, fumbled. And now the bases were full.
"Oh, you Ted!" wailed the South fans hopefully. "Do your duty
now, Teall!"
Ted gripped the bat, stepping forward. As he reached the plate
he shot at his schoolmates a look of grim resolution.
"I'll bring those three fellows in, if I have to kill the ball,
or drive it through a fielder!" muttered Ted resolutely.
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