The score now stood 5 to 3, with two players
on base and two out. One more out and the match would come to an
end, unless the score was a tie.
"Tom Rover to the bat" called the score-keeper, and Tom marched to
the plate. A strike and two balls, and he made as clean a one-base
hit as had his elder brother.
"Three on base and two out!" came the cry.
"Now, Pornell, be careful!"
Fred Garrison was the next of the team to come forward. All eyes
were centered upon Fred. "Be careful, oh, be careful!" pleaded
Frank. "Don't get out as I did!"
"One strike!" cried the umpire as the ball whizzed over the plate.
"Ball one!" came a moment later. "Strike two!" was immediately
added.
Bang! the ball had come on again, and Fred had hit it with all of
the force at his command. It shot past second base and toward
centerfield. "Run! run!" yelled Frank, and the crowd joined in,
as Dick started for home, followed by Forwell and Tom. The center
fielder fumbled the ball, and the four runners came in one right
on top of the other.
"Putnam Hall has won!"
"Say, but wasn't that a great game?"
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" came from the cadets and their friends.
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