Bart fancied he saw his opportunity, and he sped for third. Hanson recovered, made a froglike leap for the ball, got it, and threw to third.
Hodge slid, but he was not near enough to reach the bag, and Corrigan tagged him out.
Three men were retired, and neither side had scored in the first inning.
CHAPTER VIII.
ONE TO NOTHING.
“But we gave ’em an awful fright,” laughed Ready, his apple cheeks glowing.
“I was a fool to try to make third on that!” growled Hodge. “Somebody ought to shoot me!”
“It is taking chances that win games,” said Merry. “If you had reached that bag, we’d all have thought it clever work.”
Frank went into the box again. His arm was feeling bad, but he wished to pitch as much of the game as possible, and he had no thought of giving up for some time.