The Cleverdale boys tried hard to score in the first of the second, but Biddle went out on a grounder to Pod, Corker struck out, and Strange flied out to Lorrens.
The Creightons did not fare much better in the last half of the inning.
Day reached first on b.a.l.l.s, but was thrown out trying to pilfer second.
Lorrens knocked a pretty single into left, but Smeed flied out to Burton, and Pod ended the inning by sending a hot liner straight into the hands of Windle.
Burton led off for Cleverdale in the first of the third, and succeeded in working Chot for a base on b.a.l.l.s. Windle, who followed, put him on second with a single to center.
Johnson struck out, proving very weak at the bat, as the majority of pitchers do.
King bunted down the third base line, filling the bases, and a hum of excitement ran through the ranks of the Cleverdale rooters. Three men on bases and only one out! It looked good for their team.
But they had never seen Chot Duncan work himself out of a tight place, so they were treated to a little exhibition of real baseball that made them open their eyes in wonder, and which made Bert Creighton, from his position on second, chuckle with delight. Bert was furnishing a real baseball game for his friends on Lake George, and he wanted them to have occasion to remember the boys from Winton Hall.
Chot eyed Cotton calmly, then signals not noticeable to anyone pa.s.sed between he and Tom. It was the same old battery of Duncan and Pratt using their brains when the occasion demanded sensational work, and they had never yet failed to pull off a play planned in this manner.
Chot raised his arm in a leisurely way, and to all appearances the ball was to be an easy one; but when it flashed over the plate it went with the speed of the wind, and Cotton let it pa.s.s because he had no time to strike at it. The umpire called a strike.
Tom took his time about returning the ball to the diamond, and when he raised his arm to throw he snapped it down to Fleet with such speed that Fleet caught King several feet off the bag and put the ball on him in a hurry. This was an old trick worked on many occasions by the Comrades, and especially with teams which were not familiar with their mode of playing.
Two men were out, King walking back among the other Cleverdale players with an expression of disgust on his face.
The Cleverdale coachers were yelling loudly now trying to rattle Chot, and Burton was told to take a big lead toward home. Two were out and he must run on anything. It never occurred to the Cleverdale boys that the Comrades would try the same trick two times in succession, but on the next ball thrown Tom sent it like a shot to Day, at third and the latter made a pretty catch and put Burton out before the Cleverdale man realized what had happened.
The Creighton rooters fairly made the welkin ring with their cheers as Bert"s team came in for their turn at bat.
Then the Creightons got busy. Bert, himself, led off for his team, and the last of the third will probably be long remembered by the players of the Cleverdale team. Bert smashed out a corking single to right.
Fleet, who followed, hit the ball a resounding crack and put it into the farther end of the pasture, far over Burton"s head. It was a clean home run, and he circled the bases, sending Bert in before him.
Tom followed this with a two-bagger over King"s head in left, and Chot hit the ball between right and center for another homer, sending Tom in ahead of him.
Then Johnson was taken out of the box and another boy, Nibbins, subst.i.tuted. Nibbins threw over two or three to warm up, then faced Jones in a confident manner.
Jones, however, singled to right, and easily made first. Day was given a base on b.a.l.l.s, Lorrens advanced both runners with a bunt down the first base line and the bases were full.
Smeed was up, and Nibbins, in trying to fool him with some swift ins, hit him lightly on the shoulder, forcing Jones in from third.
"Oh, my, what a picnic!" cried someone.
Then Pod knocked a single over first and Day and Lorrens scored.
Then to show the uncertainty of baseball, with Bert, Fleet and Tom up in succession, and no one out, Bert popped up a little fly which Nibbins caught, Fleet struck out in trying to slam out another extra base hit, and Tom knocked a weak grounder to Strange who threw him out at first.
The Creightons had scored seven runs and the score now stood 9 to 0 in their favor.
Far from being discouraged, the Cleverdale boys started the fourth inning as if they meant to tie the score in a hurry.
"All together, now, boys," cried Captain Biddle, "No game is lost till the last man is out in the ninth, so let"s get busy."
But Chot Duncan was in too good form to allow the Cleverdale boys anything he did not see fit to, and he retired Cotton, Gregg and Biddle in one two three order, striking out Gregg and causing Cotton and Biddle to knock little grounders that were easily handled.
Chot led off for Winton in the last of the fourth. He knocked a pretty single, but succeeded only in reaching first that inning, for Jones flied out to Cotton, Day went out on a little fly to Nibbins and Lorrens struck out.
"What"s the use?" queried Fleet, as he went out to his position in the first of the fifth. "Too hot to play baseball. I"d rather lie down under that old oak again. It"s hard to keep awake out here."
But he was awakened in a manner that put him on his mettle a moment later, for Corker struck the first ball Chot offered him and sent it on a bee line for the Creighton first baseman. Fleet had hardly been prepared for such a swift one, and he was late in jumping into the air, with the result that the ball touched his fingers, bounded off and went shooting down the right foul line. Jones chased it, but was unable to keep Corker from taking second.
Then Chot issued a pa.s.s to Strange, who grinned as he trotted down to first.
Burton did not look dangerous, but he bunted unexpectedly and Day, who tried to field the ball, fumbled it until it was too late for a throw.
The bases were full with no one out.
"Watch them now, boys," cried Captain Biddle. "We know the tricks of the Creighton battery, and they"ll never be able to work us again. Here"s where we start to even things."
Which shows that they did not know the reputation of the Winton boys, and when Bert Creighton saw Tom deliberately wink at Chot, he knew that his chums had something up their sleeves and he waited in anxious expectancy to see just what it was.
CHAPTER VIII-THE GAME END
"The bases full and no one out!"
How many times has this cry shaken the nerves of the home rooter, as he saw his favorite players apparently in a hole they could not get out of without allowing one or more scores?
The friends of Bert Creighton and the other Kattskill Bay boys, while confident that the boys from Winton possessed the ability to help Bert win a victory, saw no loop-hole for shutting off the scores of the Cleverdale team in the fifth inning.
Remembering the two plays of the previous inning, the Cleverdale runners were hugging the bases, watching eagle-eyed for a throw from either Chot or Tom. But the Winton battery proceeded to ignore the runners apparently.
Never had Windle batted at such an array of curves, mixed with swift b.a.l.l.s and slow b.a.l.l.s, as Chot Duncan served up to him during the next two minutes. The best he succeeded in doing was a foul tip which counted as a strike. With two strikes and no b.a.l.l.s, he felt that he must hit the next one, but he did not figure on the drop, and again Chot sent his man along the strike-out route with his old reliable "fooler."
"Hit it out, Johnson!" cried Biddle. "A single will do."
"Johnson isn"t making singles to-day," muttered Fleet. Then he grinned in delight as Chot threw a swift in, and the Cleverdale pitcher struck and missed. Another in the same place brought a second effort from Johnson, this also unsuccessful. Then the drop again, and Johnson retired as Mr. Creighton cried:
"Batter out!"
King was facing Chot now. He was reputed to be the best and quickest man in getting to first of any of the Cleverdale players, and he had resolved to show Chot that he could not strike him out again.
Chot cast his eye around the bases now. The runners were still hugging close. Chot was tempted to let King hit it, and trust to the Creighton fielders to get under the ball, but decided not to take a chance. Then, suddenly, he resorted to a style of throwing that he had not used in a long time-the underhand method. Chot had mastered this style long since, and could throw ins and outs with equal facility, and with as much speed as he ordinarily used for his other delivery.
King was disconcerted. He had never seen b.a.l.l.s come whizzing over the plate in just this fashion. One strike, two strikes, were called and King began to be alive to the fact that he was apt to go the way the other batters had. Then suddenly Chot swung his arm over his shoulder and the reliable drop went shooting into Tom"s mitt. King had hit at it and missed. Chot had struck out three men with the bases full.
"Oh, there are different methods of doing it," said Fleet, as he carelessly threw his mitt down near the base and walked in with the other Creighton players.
Smeed tried to get a hit for his side in the last of the fifth, and succeeded in sending a grounder to short. He was thrown out. Pod beat out a bunt but Bert surprised his friends by striking out. Fleet lifted a long fly into center, but Burton was playing deep and had little trouble getting under it.