supporters felt that Dave meant business, and their drooping spirits revived as if by magic.
With care the pitcher delivered one ball after another—a drop, and then one that was as straight as it was swift. The batter was struck out, and another roar went up from the Oak Hall contingent. Laura waved her banner and Jessie her handkerchief.
"Two out! Now, Porter, go after the third!"
And Dave did go after the next batter. But the fellow was a good hitter and managed to find the ball. But no run came in, and the inning was saved.
It was a victory in itself and many came up to shake Dave by the hand. But he waved them aside.
"Hold on," he said. "The game isn't over yet—and please to remember the score is four to eight against us."
In the eighth inning the Oak Hall nine managed to make two runs. In that inning Dave by clever work held the opposition down to one scratch hit which went for nothing, and received more applause. Then came the ninth inning, and in that Oak Hall tied the score, amid a yelling that could be heard a mile away. Even Doctor Clay was cheering, and in his enthusiasm Andrew Dale completely smashed the derby hat he wore.
The tenth inning opened amid a breathless