“Men on second and third and no man out!” ejaculated Joe.
“Those fellows have got their batting clothes on,” commented Bob. “Did you notice that each one of them offered at the first ball pitched? I guess they’ve solved Roberts at last.”
That the manager of the Giants had reached the same conclusion was evident from the pause that followed and the subsequent notice that Compton had taken Roberts’ place in the box.
“Strike one!”
“Strike two!”
“That begins to sound better,” Jimmy comforted himself.
His satisfaction was of short duration.
“Ackerson hits to deep short. The ball took a high bound and Helmer by a brilliant effort knocked it down, but too late to get the runner at first. Maginn scored and Wilson reached third.”
“That makes two runs,” sighed Herb. “One more and they’ll tie the score.”
“And with two men on bases and nobody out, they’re almost sure to do that much at least,” muttered Bob. “It’s too bad to have the Giants blow the game just when they had it in their kit bags.”