“A mighty slim one!”
“Well, Dick his the boy to make hit hif hit can be done. ’Ere he goes!”
Seven pins fell with the first ball, and but one was left standing when Dick rolled the second. This gave him nineteen on his strike, with a total of ninety-three against Chester’s one hundred and two. At that point Arlington was nine points in the lead.
With the remaining ball Dick tried to secure the last pin standing, but barely brushed it, and it did not fall. At the end of the ninth the score stood one hundred and eleven to one hundred and two in Arlington’s favor.
Chester made ready for the final effort.
“He can’t beat me now,” Chet was exultantly thinking. “I have him at last!”
Then, although handicapped[handicapped] by a poor break, he succeeded in securing ten pins in the final box, making in all a total of one hundred and twenty-one, which was indeed splendid bowling.
“It takes nineteen[nineteen] to tie and twenty to win,” said Fraser. “It is settled now beyond question.”
“Wait a minute and see,” nodded Buckhart.
Barely had the pins been reset when Dick sent his first ball into them and swept them down in a twinkling, leaving not even a deadwood on the alley.