allowed two singles, and then gave two men their base on balls, thus forcing in a run.
"Wake up, Purdy! You'll have to do better than that!"
"Dave Porter! Put Dave Porter in!"
"That's it! Porter! Porter! Porter!"
The cry was taken up on all sides, and Phil motioned for Purdy to retire and for Dave to come out.
"It's too bad, Purdy, old man," whispered Dave, as he passed the rattled pitcher.
"Fortune of war," was the grim and plucky answer. "I did my best. Go in and wax 'em!"
Dave might have been nervous had he allowed himself to think of what was before him. The bases were filled and nobody was out. It was certainly a trying moment, to say the least. He took his place in the box and the umpire called out "Play!" Then the ball fairly streaked over the plate.
"Strike one!"
"Hurrah! that's the way to do it!"
With the ball again in hand, Dave looked at the batter and then cast a swift glance toward third. Over to the base went the ball, and much to his surprise the runner was caught two feet off the bag.
"Runner at third out!"
What a cheering went up! All the Oak Hall
