“Go at ’em, Tommy! Eat ’em up!” cried Codfish, who had been playing center field.
Flanders was on his mettle and it must be confessed that he did very well—so well, indeed, that the Colby boys were retired in that first inning without getting further than first base.
“Hurrah! That’s the way we’ll do ’em up!” shouted one of the Longley supporters.
After this the game went along without either side scoring until the fifth inning. Then Andy managed to get a single, followed by a double from Gif, and then came another single by Walt, and when the inning came to an end the score was a tie, 2 to 2.
“Some game, I’ll say,” said one of the men from the hotel. “Almost as good as the professionals put up.”
“Fine young pitchers, both of them,” said his gentleman friend.
After that the game seesawed along until the eighth inning, when the score stood 4 to 4. Both Jack and Tommy Flanders had pitched well, and the support on each side had been almost flawless.
“Some game, I’ll say,” remarked Fred, as he came in to the players’ bench. “Why can’t all of us put up a game like this when we’re at home?”
The only flaw in the proceedings had been when Flanders had been cautioned by the umpire for stepping out of the box when about to deliver the ball.
“You’re mistaken. I didn’t step out,” growled Flanders, and became quite angry.