Sammie was safe at home now, with the run that tied the score, and Frank was coming. It was a close race, but Frank won.
“How’s that?” demanded the visiting catcher as he stood over Frank, who was down in the dust.
“Safe!” said the umpire.
“Never!” yelled the team from Millton.
“Sure he’s safe!” insisted Tommy. “Anyhow, if he isn’t, it’s only one out; the game is tied, and we have two more chances.”
“He’s safe,” declared the umpire, and the visitors had to allow it. That made the score eleven to ten in favor of the home team. Tommy’s nine had won the victory which he most desired. It was great!
“All right, I guess you win,” admitted Dan, after a discussion. “Well, Tommy, you defeated us. You’ve got a fine team and a good diamond.”
“Well, we worked hard for it,” said Tommy. “We’ll play you again next year. We’re champions now! Hurrah!”
“Are you going to have the same nine?” asked Dan.
“Yes, or one like it, and, say, I’m going to have a lot of fun this fall and winter,” he went on. “There are a fine crowd of boys in this town.”