“Don’t I wish I were in the game!” exclaimed Ned, who with his two chums and others sat among the loyal rooters.
“So do I,” echoed Bob.
“Well, we may yet. The season isn’t half over,” remarked Jerry.
The play started. There was nothing remarkable about it at first. For a few innings there was a sort of pitchers’ battle, and some pop flies were knocked by both sides.
“The boys are beginning to get on to each other’s curves,” said Bob.
Then came a break. Jim Blake served up a slow ball to Ford Tatum, the Kenwell catcher, who banged it out for a three bagger. And Durand, the captain, with a two sack beauty, brought the man in with a run that put the military lads ahead. That started things going. Several other players got hits off Jim, and the inning ended finally with the Kenwell lads four runs ahead.
“It’s all over but the shouting,” commented Ned.
“We may have a chance,” Jerry returned.
“Sock” Burchell, the Kenwell pitcher, had good curves and a fast ball. For the next two innings he held the Boxwood Hall lads to a single hit. Not a run came in. Then Frank knocked a homer which brought the crowd to its feet and sent new hope thrilling through the veins of the college team and its coherents.