[“From the ear, Sam! From the ear!”]
And Sam, getting the ball in spite of the batsman’s desperate swing, seized it from his mitt, jerked his arm back and, without a move from his place, launched it to second.
In raced Smith from third and down at the middle base the runner was sliding in a cloud of dust. And then it was all over. Down came second baseman’s hand, the runner slid into it, and Mr. George, slackening up as he trotted past, jerked a hand over his shoulder.
“He’s out!” he cried.
[CHAPTER XXIV]
FIRE!
Mr. Hall and Mr. Talbot, on their feet, smiled at each other in satisfaction as the throng surged over the field.
“Some game!” said the former.