The hit was a safe one to right field.
Hodge went flying over third, being sent home by both Morgan and Dunnerwurst.
“Agitate your Trilbies, Boliver!” yelled Wiley. “Get your dainty fingers on the horsehide and hurry it hitherward! There is something doing!”
Bimm did his level best to cut off the score. Getting the ball, he made a splendid throw to the plate, but Hodge slid home safely.
Swatt, who was sometimes called “Crackson,” on account of his batting, realized that he could not get Hodge, so he lined the ball down to Roden, hoping to catch Gamp, who had pranced toward second on the throw.
“Slide, Choe!” screeched Dunnerwurst.
Joe slid.
Roden put the ball onto him, but Gamp lay with his hand on the bag, and he was declared safe.
Old man Grafter laughed heartily.