"We've killed off one pitcher; now kill off the next!" came the cry from the Roxleyites.
"Take it easy, Dudley," warned Bob. "Give 'em your inshoot and that new fadeaway."
"I'll give 'em all that is in me," returned Jack Dudley, with a determined look on his lean, and somewhat angular, face.
The first man up got two balls and two strikes. Then came a foul tip, followed by another strike.
"Strike three! Batter out!" called the umpire.
"Hurrah! That's the way to do it, Dudley!"
The next man managed to get to first, but then came two more outs, and the sixth inning came to a close with the score still standing, Brill 2—Roxley 5.
"That's some lead," remarked Chester Waltham. "Brill has got to get busy pretty quickly if it expects to win this game."
"Oh, we'll get there, don't you worry," answered Tom, quickly, and then he shouted: "Go to it, fellows; go to it! Lambast the life out of that leather!" and at this cry there was a general laugh.
The seventh inning proved a blank for both teams. Brill, however, managed to reach second, while Roxley was pitched out in one-two-three order by Dudley.