Browning was not a great base-runner, but he took chances and stole second on the first ball pitched. The catcher threw to the short-stop, who came in to take the throw and cut Ready off if he tried to score. But Jack was onto that game, and he pranced off third only to prance back again, with a merry ha-ha.
Starbright, however, although a good hitter, could not meet the ball fairly, and he went out on a foul fly.
Morgan walked up to the plate, ready for anything. Morgan was a good hitter, and Vinton knew it, so the Princeton pitcher became too cautious, with the result that Morgan, who waited well, got his base on balls.
Gamp was a long hitter, and the outfielders moved back a little for him. He did his best to clean the bases and bring every man home by slashing a terrible fly into deep center. The fielder, however, got under it and pulled it down, which retired Yale without a score and gave the Princeton rooters a chance to cheer and cheer again.
The second inning was in some respects a repetition of the first. Princeton obtained one score, but this time it was Benson who muffed the fly, instead of Mason, letting in the runner.
“Oh, Lord!” gasped Nash. “Wasn’t that a shame!”
“How in the world did Lib do it?” growled Cowles, in deep disgust. “But that is the first one he has dropped for a long while.”
“It’s a shame!” said Webb. “Now, if it had been Mason again——”
“We’d all raised a howl,” said Mullen dryly.