Frank took a chance with Glade, making a long swing before delivering the ball, and then sending it in with great speed.
Glade fancied he saw his opportunity to steal on that swing, and he tried it.
Few who saw the Elkton man go down from first fancied it would be possible for Bart to catch him at second.
The ball had been delivered so that it came into the hands of Bart just right for a quick throw. He waited not a second in making a long swing, but snapped it with a short-arm movement.
As true as a bullet from a rifle it flew into the hands of Rattles at second. And it came just right for Harry to put it onto the runner.
Glade saw his danger and tried to slide under, but Rattleton pinned him fast to the ground.
Once more Spud Bailey stood on his head, and once more Freckles kicked him over.
The spectators were generous with their applause, for they recognized the fact that Bart had made a wonderful throw.
“That’s a good whip you have, young fellow,” said the big man.
“Pretty work, Hodge!” smiled Frank. “I thought he would try it. Can’t fool many of them that way if you keep up that throwing.”