It was a sensational catch, and was roundly applauded.
When Randall came to the bat for the last time the score was 12 to 2 in favor of their opponents.
"We can't win," said Kindlings hopelessly.
"No, but for the love of Mike, don't let them roll up any bigger score against us, or they'll put us out of the league," begged Bricktop Molloy. "Speak to Langridge, and tell him to hold hard."
"What's the use speaking to him?" asked Kerr gloomily. "He'll go off his handle if I do. He told me never to speak to him again, just because I called him down a bit. Land knows he needed it!"
"We've got to make a change," decided the coach. "I'll not let Langridge pitch next inning. If he does I'll resign, and I'll tell him so."
He walked over to the pitcher, and soon the two were in earnest conversation.
Randall could not make another run, for Sellig was doing his best and they did not get a hit off him.
"Our only chance is to strike them out," murmured Kerr as he arose from the bench to take his place. "Who's going to pitch, Mr. Lighton?"
"Tom Parsons."
"Tom Parsons? What's the matter with our regular substitute, Evert?"
"His arm is no good and he's out of practice. I'm going to put Tom in."
