The excursionists from the island were silent now. Their faces expressed their consternation and dismay.
Morrisey danced out to the plate, eager to keep the good work up for Rockford.
His lack of confidence in Buckhart led Dick to pitch cautiously, and Morrisey hit the second ball delivered, driving it along the ground inside the first-base line.
Big Bob Singleton booted the ball into the diamond, then sprang back to first, as he saw Dick going after the sphere.
By sharp running Morrisey crossed first before Merriwell could throw him out.
“Is this a ball game?” laughed one of the Rockfordites. “It looks like a farce to me.”
As Stowe seldom hit to left field, Smart moved over toward centre, playing in toward the diamond.
After missing one, Stowe hit the ball on a dead line to Smart. The little fellow added to the comedy of errors by muffing the liner and throwing poorly to Singleton, who was compelled to get off his sack in order to catch the ball.
Stowe crossed first before big Bob could get back to the bag.
Again the bases were filled.