The men on bases ran without stopping to see the result, for with two out there was no reason why they should hesitate.
Conway ran hard to get under the ball, and, as it was coming down, leaped high into the air and caught it.
A great shout of joy arose from the Fairport crowd, for in Fardale’s half of the fifth inning she had made no scores, and Fairport was three ahead.
If the final half could be played out before the rain fell heavily Fairport would win the game.
Roberts shouted for his men to hurry in, and Buckhart rushed to Dick, urging him to delay as much as possible.
“We’re beaten if you don’t, for she’s going to rain in a minute. Hold her up, if you can.”
Then the Texan himself fumbled and fooled with his body protector in adjusting it until Roberts angrily called the umpire’s attention and demanded that Fardale be made to play.
“Trot out your batter!” said Dick. “We will play.”
“He is waiting,” said Roberts. “Why don’t you go ahead and pitch?”
“Yes, go ahead and pitch!” palpitated Buckhart, suddenly getting under the bat, as he saw Conway in position to strike.