Although the decision was rather close, there was no question about its justness, and the surprising success of this quick work brought a sharp cheer from the relieved cadets.
“Splendid work, Brad, old man!” laughed Dick, who had also dashed forward.
“Splendid work!” growled the Texan. “What were those crazy galoots shooting at? The way they threw the ball round was a howling shame! They simply presented Fairport with a run!”
“That can’t be helped, Brad.”
“Mebbe not, pard; but this is the kind of a game that one run may win.”
“We haven’t had our turn yet.”
“You will never get it to-day,” chuckled Anson, who was at bat.
“That’s what you think,” smiled Dick. “Fardale always has a show sometime during the game.”
Obediah Tubbs was walking round and round second base, a look of unspeakable disgust on his fat face.
“Be careful about careless throwing, boys,” was all Dick said in the way of a reprimand.