“You heard the warning,” was all the umpire said, but the tone of voice was such that the Longley pitcher knew he must pay attention to what was told him.
When the Longley boys came to the bat for the last time their best stick men were to the front, and as a result they managed to get in two more runs, much to their delight.
“Hurrah! Six to four!” cried one of the Longley boys enthusiastically. “Now then, hold ’em down to another goose egg and the game is ours!”
“We’ve got to do something, fellows,” said Gif earnestly. “Who is at the bat?”
“I am,” answered Fred.
“Well, do your best.”
“I certainly will,” responded the stout young Rover, as he grasped the ashen stick and walked to the plate.
Two balls and a strike were called on Fred. Then the sphere came in just where he wanted it. Crack! went the bat, and the ball went sailing between first and second base. Away flew Fred, reaching the bag in a cloud of dust.
“Hurrah! A single! Now then, pile up a few more, fellows!”