The Yale crowd greeted this with further cheering and laughter, and the young men sat down feeling very well satisfied.
“It’s all right,” declared Walpole, the captain of the Princeton team. “He can’t do it every time.”
“Just keep your men going down to second and see,” smiled Merry.
A strike had been called on Leverage. Starbright was cool and cautious, and he tried to coax the fellow into swinging at some wide ones, but the batter could not be coaxed thus easily. Two balls were called, and then Dick ventured to give Leverage a high one.
The batter hit it, sent it up into the air, and, when it fell, Browning had it back of the foul line.
“Man is out!” announced the umpire.
Another roar from the Yale crowd. Princeton was not so happy now. The game that had started off so well was beginning to look different.
Walpole himself came up to the plate. He cracked the very first one Starbright delivered. It was a corker, too. The spectators rose up and watched that ball sailing off toward center field.
Could the fielder get under it? At first it seemed there was no show for Mason to do so, but he was running like the wind, covering ground in a most surprising manner.