Two were out, and the heavy hitter of the home team came up.
“Drive in this run, Lermon,” directed the manager.
Lermon swung hard to put the ball out into the field or drop it beyond the fence. He missed the first one and fouled the next.
Then he put up a weak fly that was gathered in by the pitcher, who did not move from his tracks.
“Another inning!” shouted the crowd.
The jay was laughing, and he looked up toward a point on the bleachers where had gathered the eight young men who hastened to his aid in the encounter a short time before. They smiled at him, seeming to enjoy the sport very much.
The first St. Paul batter drove an easy one to second and was thrown out.
“Mister Manager,” said the jay, in a low tone, “if you’ll ’scuse me, I’ll make a suggestion.”
“Go ahead,” said the manager.
“Why don’t you try the same trick t’other chaps did? Make the next feller bunt to third.”