“Oh, there are different methods of doing it,” said Fleet, as he carelessly threw his mitt down near the base and walked in with the other Creighton players.
Smeed tried to get a hit for his side in the last of the fifth, and succeeded in sending a grounder to short. He was thrown out. Pod beat out a bunt but Bert surprised his friends by striking out. Fleet lifted a long fly into center, but Burton was playing deep and had little trouble getting under it.
Cleverdale again looked dangerous in the sixth, but again Chot and Tom, with Bert’s assistance, cut off two runs when it seemed that the rival side must score.
Tom led off for Winton. Getting a ball where he wanted it after a strike and two balls had been called, he sent the sphere into deep right for three bases.
Chot struck the first ball pitched, and it went sailing between left and center, out into the tall grass, where it was recovered some minutes later by the combined efforts of Burton and King! By the time the ball was thrown into the diamond, Chot had made a complete circle of the bases, sending Tom in ahead of him.
“Gee whiz! Eleven to nothing,” said Fleet. “This game should have a poem.”
“Not if we know ourselves!” cried Pod. “Let well enough alone. Don’t bring down a hoodoo by turning loose any bad verse.”
“Speaking of women,” said Pod. “Did——”
“Who said anything about women?” Fleet demanded.
“Well, speaking of them, anyway, I know a school teacher who is so industrious that she is knitting all the time while she is teaching.”