Spud was up next, and this time his face wore a “do-or-die” look. He had two balls called on him, and then whack! his bat struck the ball and the horsehide went sailing far over the right fielder’s head.
“Say, that’s a beaut!”
“Come on in, Tom!”
“Make it a two-bagger, Spud!”
“You can get to third if you try!” yelled Dick, and Spud did try and landed in a cloud of dust on third base just a second before the ball got there.
“Now then, Wilson, bring Spud in,” said Dick, to the next fellow at the bat.
“Make it a homer and bring yourself in too, Wilson,” added Tom.
“By chimminy! Make him two home runs while you are at it alretty!” cried Max Spangler, with a broad smile. Since arriving at Brill the German American lad had become quite a baseball “fan.”
“Hi, there, you fellows!” came unexpectedly from the center fielder.
“What’s the matter?” yelled back Frank Holden, stepping out of the pitcher’s box and turning around.