The next batter struck out. retiring Mooretown without a run, but still leaving them two ahead.
"Now, fellows, we must show them what we're made of!" cried the captain. "We want three runs this inning!"
Captain Rutledge did his share by getting one, and another was brought in by a narrow margin, tying the score.
"One to win!" cried the coach.
"Hamilton up!" announced the score keeper.
"And two out!" added Dutton to Glen. "He can never do it. "We're dumped already."
Dick took his place at the plate. It was a trying ordeal for a substitute player, and the eyes of all the spectators were upon him. The result of the game, in a great measure, depended on him. If he did not get the winning run, it meant that the game would go another inning, and the chances of Kentfield would not be improved. For their pitcher's arm was going "back on him," and Mooretown's man was still good for much twirling.
Amid a silence that was almost painful, Dick waited for the first ball. It came, but he did not move his bat.
"One strike!" called the umpire, and there was something like a groan among the Kentfield players.
The next was a ball, and the following one looked as if it was going fairly over the plate. But Dick did not attempt to hit it.
