"It's a three-bagger, sure!"
"No, it isn't! It's a homer! Run, boys! Run! Run! Run!"
The crowd was now on its feet yelling and cheering at the top of its lungs and throwing caps and banners into the air, and while the left fielder was chasing madly after the bounding ball, the three men on bases came in one after another, followed swiftly by the panting and blowing Rover boy.
"Hi! Hi! Hi! What do you know about that! Four runs!"
"That's the way to do it, Colby! Keep it up!"
"You've got the Longley pitcher going!" cried Spouter at the top of his lungs. "Give us a few more home runs! They'll be easy!"
"Take Flanders out!" said one of the Academy boys in disgust. "He's beginning to weaken."
While the din and excitement continued the Academy captain went up to talk to the pitcher.
"Don't you think we had better make a change, Tommy?" he questioned anxiously.
"No, I don't!" roared Flanders angrily. "That home run was a fluke, that's all. I'll hold 'em down, you wait and see."