The next player gained
first, and so did the youth to follow. Then came a heavy hit, and
the score went up to 5 to 2. But that was the last of it, so far
as Pornell was concerned.
"Now, Putnam Hall, see what you can do!"
Larry was at the bat, and cautious about striking. "One strike!"
called the umpire, as the boy let a good ball go by. Another real
strike followed, and then Larry caught the sphere fairly and
squarely, drove it far into left field, and made a home run.
"A homer! Wasn't that great!"
"That makes the score 5 to 3. Keep it up, Putnam Hall!"
The home run was very encouraging, and now Dick came forward with
his ashen stick. He had one strike called on him and then managed
to make a clean one-base hit.
Another player, named Forwell, took stand next. The pitcher for
the Pornell team was now as nervous as Tom bad been and suddenly
Forwell was hit in the arm by the ball.
"Dead ball!" cried the umpire. "Take your base," and Forwell went
to first, while Larry marched to second.
Then Sam came to the bat, but his first strike was a foul, caught
by the third baseman. Another out followed, made by the captain,
much to his chagrin.
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