How the plain resounded with cheers! For now the Army led by a single run, and Tyrrell was safe at first.
Jackson up, with Beckwith on deck. There was hope of further scoring.
Yet no keen disappointment was felt when Jackson struck out.
In from pasture trooped the Navy men, eager to retrieve all in the ninth.
"Fit to stay in the box, old ramrod?" anxiously asked "Durry," as the nines changed.
"Surely," nodded Dick.
"Don't stick it out, unless you know you can do the trick," insisted the Army captain earnestly.
"I'm just in feather!" smiled Dick.
Greg, too, had been a bit anxious; but when the first ball over the plate stung his one unmitted hand, Holmes concluded that Prescott did not need to be helped out of the box just at that time.
Then followed something which came so fast that the spectators all but rubbed their eyes.