Arlington was savage enough when the boys came in to the bench.
“I had that game won,” he declared. “It was not my fault they made those runs. Why didn’t you chaps keep on playing baseball?”
This was more than Chip Jolliby could stand.
“Oh, go sus-sus-sus-soak your head!” he chattered, in disgust. “You need something to take the sus-sus-sus-welling out of it.”
“Be careful!” panted Chet. “I won’t stand that from anybody.”
“Don’t talk to us about support!” indignantly exclaimed Earl Gardner. “No fellow ever got better support on this field than you got.”
“That’s all right,” muttered Chet. “I saw you shirk. I saw you dodge a liner.”
“After the game I will tell you what I think about that,” returned Earl. “I can’t waste breath on you now.”
Although Fardale made a great effort to again increase her lead, Peterson was too clever for the boys, and they could not score on him. In the eighth inning Dick again worked his slow ball with success, only one single being made off his delivery.
“We have got ’em, pard!” muttered Buckhart, as the cadets again gathered at their bench. “You saved the game!”