In the last of the seventh the Merries did not make a run, Weaver seeming to have them at his mercy.
Again in the eighth, although Cartersville got two men onto the sacks, no scores were made on either side.
The ninth inning opened with the score three to one in favor of the locals.
“That’s really lead enough,” said Cameron; “but one or two more runs will not spoil the game. I want you to make two scores, boys. You have a fine opening, for Moran starts it.”
“I’ll agree to get a hit,” said Moran, “if they’ll just help me circle the bags.”
He was positive he could get a hit then, but some of his conceit evaporated when he fanned twice and was fooled both times.
There had not been much complaint against Starbright’s work as umpire, for Cartersville was holding the lead and fancied that lead could be increased any time. Just now Moran was unable to kick, as he was swinging at the balls.
Apparently Merriwell put the next ball just where the batter wanted it.
But again Moran missed, greatly to his dismay.
“Oh, you’re a mark!” sneered Madison. “Wait till I git at him! I ain’t got no hits to-day, but I’ve been waitin’ for this chance.”