But Browning did not do so, for the players interfered again.
“What a lovely, quiet game of baseball!” chirped Jack Ready. “It’s a positive pleasure to take part in such a game. I think somebody will get killed a few times before the fracas is over.”
“But we have scored!” laughed Dick Merriwell. “We are going to win!”
“Don’t be so sure of that,” warned Carker dolefully. “No game is won till it’s over.”
Swiftwing came up to the plate, but no one was on a base ahead of him, and he simply put up a fly that was easily handled at third.
The Merries, however, had made the first run.
“Wot’s der matter wid youse fellers?” said Bud McCann as the home team came in to the bench. “Is yer goin’ ter let dis gang of kids walk off wid der game?”
“Don’t talk so much with your face, Bud,” came from Robinson. “There is plenty of time. Wait till the streak breaks and you’ll see the youngsters go all to pieces. That’s the way with young teams. I’ve never seen one that could hang together and fight an up-hill game against old stagers.”
“But we’re der ones wot has der up-hill game ter fight.”
“They’ve made only one score.”