"Out with Flanders! Out with him!"
"He should have been taken out before!"
"All right—finish the game without me!" roared Tommy Flanders in disgust, and, throwing down the ball, he strode from the field and into one of the dressing-rooms.
"Gee, but he's sore!" was Randy's comment.
"That ought to take some of the conceit out of him," added Andy.
The new pitcher was a left-hander who had rather a puzzling delivery, and he managed to retire the side without any more runs, so that at the end of the eighth inning the score stood 7 to 2 in favor of Colby Hall.
"Now then, pull yourselves together," ordered the Longley captain, when his side came up to the bat for the last time.
All of those who came to the plate did their best, but Jack was on his mettle, and though his swollen hand hurt him not a little, he played with all the coolness, strength and ingenuity which he possessed. As a consequence, although he allowed two single hits, none of the Longley boys got further than third.
"Hurrah! Colby Hall wins!"
And then what a celebration ensued among the cadets who had won the game and their many supporters!