"And who is that boy?" asked Mrs. Satterlee.
"That's Cook," answered Tom. "He plays over there, you know; he's shortstop."
"Of course," murmured the lady. "I knew I had seen him."
Cook reached first, more by good luck than good playing, and the Willard supporters found their voices again. Then came Brown, third base-man, and was thrown out at first after having advanced Cook to second.
"Here comes Don," announced his younger brother with a trace of envy in his tones.
"I do hope he'll hit the ball!" cried his mother.
"Oh, he'll hit it all right," answered Satterlee, 2d, "only maybe he won't hit it hard enough."
Nor did he. Durham's third baseman gathered in the short fly that the batsman sent up and so ended the inning.
"Something's going to happen now, I'll bet," said Tom. "Carpenter's up."
"He didn't do much last time," objected Satterlee, 2d, "even if he is such a wonder. Willings struck him out dead easy."