There were wild cries to change the pitcher on the part of the Longley students, while the military academy cadets yelled themselves hoarse telling their nine to "bat Flanders out of the box."
Walt Baxter was now up, and managed to get to second. Then came Jack with a single that took him safely to first and advanced Walt to third.
"Say, Tommy, you'd better give it up," whispered the Longley captain, as he came to the box.
"I'll hold 'em! Just give me one chance more," answered Flanders desperately.
And then came the real break. The next player up got what would have been a two-base hit, but the ball was fumbled, and as a consequence the man got home, chasing the other two runners in ahead of him.
"Hurrah! What do you know about that! Seven runs!"
"That's the way to do it! Hurrah for Colby Hall!"
"You've got 'em a-going, boys, give it to 'em good and plenty!"
The excitement was now greater than ever, and all, including the girls from Clearwater Hall, were shouting themselves hoarse, tooting tin horns, shaking rattles, and throwing caps and other things into the air.
"Take him out! Take Flanders out!"