“He’s up in a balloon! He’s up in a balloon!” shouted the coachers. “He can’t put ’em over, Milt. You’ll walk, you’ll walk!”
And walk he did, for Morris, after registering one strike and having two balls against him, sent in a wild one that took Wales on the elbow, giving him his base and forcing in the first run.
Towners cavorted and turned somersaults on the turf, yelled and hooted. Dolph walked down and had a whispered talk with Morris, and that delighted the enemy even more.
“Talk it over, Dolph!” “No secrets there!” “That’s right, old chap, change your signals!”
Ducky Drake, the Towners’ catcher, who followed Wales, should have been an easy out. And yet, in some mysterious manner, he managed to connect with a straight ball and drop it over second baseman’s head, scoring two more runs. Pandemonium broke loose then.
“Here’s where we win it!” was the cry. “Oh, you poor old Boarders!”
“They’re up in the air! They’re up in the air!” chanted the coachers, leaping ecstatically about at first and third. “Hit it out, Cap! He’s easy!”
And Prince, smarting perhaps over his first fiasco at the plate, lined a swift one between shortstop and third, sending in two more tallies and placing himself on second by a fraction of a foot.
“Five to nothing!” shouted the Towners joyfully. “It’s a cinch! It’s a picnic! Here’s Richard the First! Oh, you Dicky! Make it a home-run, old man! Slam it into the brook!”