“All right, Katesy—all right!” piped Tucker. “They thought they had you going, eh? Well, they’ve got another think coming!”
But the next man hit, and the fellow on first made third by fast running.
“We’ll do it right here,” announced Marone, from the coaching line. “Everybody run on a hit.”
Merriwell smiled at Kates and nodded. Sam toed the slab without a tremor, and quickly put the batter in a hole, two strikes and one ball being called.
“That’s all right! that’s all right!” yapped Marone. “You can hit him just the same! He’s easy!”
The batter did hit, but it proved to be an easy fly to right field, and Bouncer Bigelow did his duty nobly by gathering it in.
“Well, if that wasn’t crawling out of a small hole!” exclaimed Bill Toleman. “Kates certainly is lucky to-day.”
“But the boys can’t seem to hit Hogan,” said Wolfe. “Do you think they have a chance to win, Bill?”
“Not much of a chance, I imagine,” was the answer. “Still the score is mighty close.”
“I’d like to leave,” whispered Wolfe, in Ditson’s ear, “but I hate to quit this game. I want to see it out.”