“Go tell that to somebody that didn’t see it!”
By this time the players of both nines were assembled near the third base, almost all of them shouting and gesticulating wildly. Dan remained in his position near the box, but he was the only member of the Rodman nine who had not run to join in the noisy altercation.
Suddenly in the midst of the confusion the runner leaped to his feet and made a wild dash for the plate. As there was no one there to prevent him he easily crossed, and turning to the scorer shouted: “That’s a run for us! Don’t forget to set down that score for me. They can’t work that on us, not when we have our eyes open!”
For a moment the confusion redoubled, the excited spectators rushing upon the diamond and adding their noisy claims or protests to the shouts of the rival players.
Moulton now quietly approached the assembly, and pushing his way into the midst of the throng he said, “The runner was out.”
“No, he wasn’t either!” roared the captain of the Benson nine. “Your man never touched him! He wasn’t out!”
“Look here!” said Moulton advancing upon the speaker. “You asked me to umpire this game, didn’t you?”
“I suppose so,” growled the captain, “but we don’t intend to be robbed——”
“No one intends to rob you of anything,” broke in Moulton in a low voice. “I saw the play. The man was out, that is all there is to it.”