“Not a bit of it. He has taken the wind out of the fellows.”
Frank sent Haggerty into the box again. The little fellow dreaded what was before him, but he went out resolved to do his best.
The first man up got a hit, while the next man got first on balls. Then the two tried a double steal, but Hodge shut the fellow off at third with an easy throw, and Walling came near making it a double by a snap throw to second.
Then another man got a hit, which left a man on first and third, the one on second only getting one base on the hit, as he stumbled and fell when he ran.
“A hit means a score!” roared a voice from the midst of the Princeton rooters.
“It may mean two scores,” cried another voice. “Murphy will steal second on the first ball pitched.”
Hodge called Haggerty up, and they whispered together, while the Princeton crowd guyed them.
Haggerty sent in a high ball on his next pitch, and Murphy, who was on first, shot toward second.
Hodge made a motion to line the ball down to second, and, as Stubbs was not playing in for a short throw and a return to the plate, the man on third started toward home.
Hodge did not throw to second. With a snap he wheeled toward third, and sent the ball whistling at Walling, who was hugging the bag.