“Huh! That’s a hot way to play,” complained Frank. “It was only two strikes!”
“Never mind, we got two runs,” consoled Patsie, who had come in when Sammie missed a ball that the pitcher threw to him.
The game went on for some time, and the boys had much fun and several disputes, but there was no real quarrel, and they easily forgot their little differences.
When it came time for the fifth inning, which was the last they were to play, Dan’s team got one run.
“Two more and we’ll beat!” he called to his friends.
“Don’t let ’em get anything!” advised Patsie.
“I won’t,” declared Tommy, who was pitching, and he kept his word, for that one run was all Dan’s side got that inning, and Tommy’s team won the game by seven runs to six.
“Let’s see if we can’t get more fellows here to-morrow, and have a better game. I wish we had more bats. One isn’t enough. And we need some more balls. This one is losing the cover,” said Tommy.
“Say, you’ll be a professional if you keep on,” exclaimed Dan, laughing.
“I’d like to be,” answered Tommy, and then he and the other lads picked up their books and walked off the field, talking of the fun they had had.