Two strikes!
Three strikes!
“Batter is out,” announced the umpire.
Then Yale cheered, and the men came trotting in from the field.
Mason was a sorry-looking fellow. He hung his head, for it seemed that every eye in that great crowd was turned on him.
Of course, Frank did his best to cheer his men, but Yale was doomed to defeat that day.
And thus it happened that a very gloomy and very sore set of fellows returned to New Haven after the game.