[CHAPTER XXIX]
MR. HOBSON
Boxwood Hall had won the second game of the important series in the tenth inning. It was game and game—a third one would be necessary to decide the championship. And as the rooters of the victorious side realized this, and as they thought of what snap and ginger Ned, Bob and Jerry had put into the team at the crucial moment, there came glad shouts and cries.
The winning team had cheered its losing rivals, and in turn, to show their sporting spirit, the military lads had responded. Then out on the diamond swarmed the Boxwood Hall rooters.
“Oh you Jerry Hopkins!”
“Oh you Bob Baker!”
“Three cheers for Ned Slade, our peerless pitcher!” called one enthusiast.
The cheers were given with a will, and the boys thronged around our three heroes, patting them on the back, hugging them, trying to shake hands with them and lead them about in a wild snake dance.
Ted Newton saw a dark and scowling look on Frank Watson’s face. He did some quick thinking.