The third batter managed to plant the leather in a long flight in the direction of third base. But Frank was right on the alert. He made a splendid jump and caught it, putting the side out minus a run. There was a wild burst of cheering from the high school girls and boys.
“Only takes one run to beat ’em!” exclaimed Bart as his team went to the bat for the last time. “Somebody get it!”
Somebody did. It was Ned, who came first to the plate. He lined a beauty just over the center fielder’s head, and got two bases on it. Joe Wright brought him in, and such a yell as went up from the high school crowd was seldom heard on that diamond.
“That does it!” yelled Bart, capering about. “Stumpy! you’re all to the good!”
“But Ned won the game,” objected Fenn.
“Your pitching held them down just when they would have walked away from us. You’re all to the good, Stumpy!”
“Three cheers for Stumpy!” called some one, and they came with a vim that made Fenn blush.