"Well, Dudley held them down that time," remarked Dick Rover. "I hope he manages to keep the good work up."
"Yes, but a pitcher can't win a ball game alone," answered Chester Waltham. "You've got to have some good batters."
"Go to it, Brill! Go to it! This is your lucky inning!" yelled Tom, enthusiastically. "Get busy, everybody!"
In the eighth inning the first man up for Brill went out on a pop fly. But then came a fine hit that took the next player safely to second. Then Sam walked to the plate.
"That's the way to do it, Brill!"
"Now, Rover, hit it for all you are worth!"
It must be confessed that Sam felt a trifle nervous, so anxious was he to make some sort of a showing. He swung his ashen stick at the first ball pitched.
"Strike one!" came from the umpire.
"Take your time, Sam!" yelled Tom. "Make him give it to you where you want it!"
Whether Sam heard the cry or not it would be hard to say, but he let the next ball go by, and then repeated this action.