on Tom's joint. It felt a little better, and Tom said so, though when he went into the box, following an inning when Bricktop Molloy brought in one run, the pitcher was in considerable misery. He shut his teeth grimly, however, and resolved to do his best, though to deliver his most effective curves meant to give himself much pain.
Tom only allowed two hits and one run came in, making the score at the ending of the eighth inning 5 to 3 in favor of Fairview.
How the co-eds shouted and cheered then and there was corresponding gloom among the Randallites until once more that grand old song, "Aut vincere aut mori," welled forth and gave confidence to an almost despairing nine.
"It's about our last chance, fellows," said Kindlings grimly as he walked to the bat.
He waited for a good ball, though two strikes were called on him, and then, with a mighty sweep of his strong arms, he sent the sphere away out into the field.
"A good hit! Oh, a pretty hit!" yelled Phil Clinton. "Run, old man! Run!"
And how Kindlings could run! On and on he leaped, around first base, speeding toward second, while the stands were in a frenzy of excitement.
"Third! third!" cried the coach, for the left fielder was still after the ball. Kindlings was running strong, and he had now
