They found the captain and Coach Steele coming away from the bench on which Mr. Rupert Barry and the others were seated.
Steele shook his head and laughed dryly.
"Things are not breaking just the way we hoped, Harry," he said. "If we could only put a man on base once in a while I'll wager they'd manage to get around some way or other."
"What does Mr. Barry think about it?"
"He can't figure how it is that the boys aren't able to crack out a few base hits."
"The fellows who face Tony Tippen understand it," said Bob. "Side out—back to the field for us!"
The gentlemen on the "grand stand," as Victor Collins had dubbed the bench, rose to their feet a short time later, when yells, hoots, cat-calls and furious blasts from dozens of megaphones announced that something had happened.
That something was Big Bill Steever dashing frantically across home plate, a feat which required the official scorer to jot down the seventh tally for the Stars.
The high school team made a desperate attempt to change the monotonous list of ciphers which filled their run column.
Tippen, however, held them safe.