“I hope this is the end of it,” remarked the pitcher. “We can’t stand much more.”
“I’ll duplicate Felton’s home run,” promised Dutch.
“That’s the way to talk,” declared Ed Kerr, who was not feeling very happy over the showing made by the team of which he was manager.
But alas for Dutch’s hope! He didn’t get a chance to bat, for Woodhouse struck out, and Molloy and Pete Backus followed.
“If we can hold ’em this inning, and then get two runs, it will do the trick,” remarked Holly Cross at the beginning of the ninth.
“If,” spoke Tom dubiously, for he was beginning to lose heart. However, he gritted his teeth and, after a few warming-up balls before Ned Williams came up, he pitched to such good advantage that Williams was out in record time. John Allen swiped savagely at the horsehide, but it was not to be, and he walked back to the bench, while Bower came out, a smile of confidence on his face.
“Here’s another home run,” he prophesied, but Tom, in his heart, decided it was not to be, nor was it, for Bower struck out. This still left the score four to three, in favor of Fairview at the ending of the first half of the ninth inning. Randall needed two runs to win, but one would tie the tally, and give them another chance. It would also afford another opportunity for Fairview.
The big crowd was on edge. Songs and college cries were being hurled back and forth from grand stand and bleachers.
“The ‘Conquer or Die’ song, fellows,” yelled Bean Perkins, and the strains of “Aut Vincere Aut Mori!” sung in Latin, welled sweetly and solemnly over the diamond. Tom Parsons felt the tears coming into his eyes, as he walked in.
“Oh, if we only can win!” he breathed.