Waldron came down on Hodge with the ball, but he went over onto his head and shoulders.
“Out!” said the umpire.
Waldron lay on the ground groaning when Bart got up. It was found that he had injured his shoulder, and time was called. A doctor soon announced that the shoulder was displaced, and it was necessary to set it at once. Waldron could play no more in that game.
Robinson had not fancied more than one substitute would be needed, yet now there was a call for another.
“Give me time enough, and I’ll have another man,” he said, as he hurried away to the dressing-room beneath the grand stand.
In a very short space of time he reappeared in uniform.
Not many years before this Nick Robinson had been reckoned a fast infielder. He had kept in practise by often getting onto the field with his men, and now he welcomed the opportunity to get into a game of this sort.
Robinson was given a hand as he trotted out onto the diamond, which he acknowledged by touching his cap.
Hodge was out, Browning was on first, and Gamp was the hitter.
During the wait Frank had sought to impart some of his restless energy to Bruce, drilling into the big fellow the importance of playing a lively game and working hard for scores. Merry knew Bruce could run when he let himself out, but Browning seemed too lazy to make the circle of the bases in less than twenty minutes.