Milliken’s long legs carried him in front of the ball, and he held it. Without delay he lined it to Macon, and Jolliby was compelled to remain at second.
“That’s where you do it!” triumphantly shouted one of the Fairport crowd. “That’s where you surprise us!”
“’Old hon!” said Billy. “We ain’t done yet, don’t y’ hunderstand!”
Never in his life had Buckhart been more anxious for a hit. The very fact that he was so keenly anxious caused him to be deceived on the third strike by Ware, and he swung at a bad one. When he realized what had happened the Texan hurled down his bat in chagrin.
Fairport now had her last opportunity at bat, but her best hitters were easy for Merriwell, who was in his finest form. They were quickly retired, and the home team came to the bench.
Dick was the first hitter.
“Tap it out, captain,” urged Black, “and I will sacrifice you to second.”
Merriwell made no reply, but walked to the plate and dropped a clean hit over the infield.
On the instant the cadets were all up, cheering madly.
Black “made good” and cleverly sacrificed Dick to second.