“No, I s’pose not. Hello, if there isn’t Sid, and he’s going to sit right down behind Langridge and Miss Harrison.”
“That’s so. Maybe he doesn’t see ’em. Rather awkward if he and Langridge have a run-in here. But come on, we’ll say how-d’y-do to the girls, and then get at practice,” and, after greeting their friends, and assuring them that Fairview would go home beaten, Tom and Phil took their places with the other players.
“Now, fellows, we’ve got to win!” declared Tom emphatically just before the game started. “Last time we played Fairview we lost by a score of ten to three. Don’t let it happen again.”
“No, don’t you dare to,” cautioned Mr. Leighton.
A moment later the Randall players went out in the field, the home team having the privilege of batting last. The umpire took the new ball from its foil cover, and tossed it to Tom. The tall, good-looking pitcher looked at it critically, glanced around the field to see that his men were in position, and then sent in a few practice balls to Dutch Housenlager, who loomed up big and confident behind home plate.
Ted Puder, the Fairview center fielder and captain, was the first man up, and was greeted with a round of cheers as he tapped his bat on the rubber. Dutch signalled for an out curve and Tom delivered it, right over the plate.
“Strike!” called the umpire.
“Wow!” jeered Fairview’s friends, for Puder had not swung at it.
“Robber!” yelled some one, but the Fairview captain only laughed. “Make him give you a good one, Puder,” he said.
But waiting availed Puder nothing, for Tom neatly struck him out, and followed it by doing the same to Lem Sellig. Frank Sullivan managed to find Tom’s second delivery, and sent a neat little liner out toward Bricktop Molloy, at short. Bricktop seemed to have it fairly in his grasp, even though he had to reach out to one side for it, but his foot slipped, and the ball went on past him.