Dick fumed now at third.
"I wish some one else than Henderson were going to bat," groaned
Prescott inwardly.
However, Spoff had the honor of his school desperately at heart.
He did his best, watching with cool judgment and backed by an
iron determination to make his mark. The third strike he hit.
It was enough to bring Prescott in. Dick seemed to travel with
the speed of a racing car, reaching the home plate just ahead
of the ball.
The side went out right after that.
"What did I tell you?" breathed Dick jubilantly. "We now stand
five to four."
"But Ted's terrors have a chance at bat," returned Hazelton.
"It won't do them any good," Captain Dick affirmed. "Greg, signal
for all the hard ones. Don't have any mercy on my arm. This
is the last inning and the last game of the series. I can stand
being crippled."
"The last inning and the last game, unless the Souths score now,"
Holmes answered.
"Don't _let_ 'em score!" Dick insisted. "Remember, kill me with
hard work, but don't let the Souths score!"
Ted Teall went to bat first for his side.
Chapter XVII
DODGE AND RIPLEY HEAR SOMETHING
Teall's grin, as he swung his stick and waited, was more impudent
than ever. He meant to show the bumptious Centrals a thing or
two.
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