“Only five more men, Westcott!” called Madison. “They will all be easy!”
Flint was determined, and he secured a clean single.
Gardner followed with a grounder that Jarley fumbled long enough to let Gardner reach first and Flint get safely to second.
“Dear me!” muttered Billy Bradley, who was deathly pale, as he picked up his bat. “’Ow Hi wish somebody helse ’ad to ’it in my place!”
Nevertheless, Billy made a handsome single, and Flint scored on it.
“Abe, my boy,” said Wiley, “Fardale wins right here.”
Jolliby, however, lifted a long fly to right field and was out, although Gardner advanced from second to third on it.
Big Bob Singleton had not made a safe hit for the day. He redeemed himself now by cracking out a beautiful drive, on which Gardner scored.
Buckhart did his best to get a hit, but Westcott revived again, and the Texan fell a victim to his curves, and made the third out for Fardale, which left the home team one run behind the visitors.
In the first half of the ninth inning, with the Franklin umpire at work behind him, Dick quickly discovered that he was receiving no favors. Having made this discovery, he used the jump ball a great deal, leading the batter into thinking, whenever possible, that he was throwing straight ones. Through this he succeeded in striking out two of them and causing the third to put up an easy fly.