"No; but signal for some of my new ones."
"I don"t want to put a crimp in your wing," muttered Wells.
"That"s all right. It"s a tough wing. Don"t let the Centrals score anything on us in this inning."
"I"ll do my best to help you hold "em down," promised the South Grammar catcher as he hurried to his place behind the plate.
Dave Darrin, to his intense disgust, was struck out on three of the most crafty throws that Teall had on his list. Hazelton followed.
Another player reached first on called b.a.l.l.s, but the next Central boy struck a fair, short fly that landed in Ted"s own hands.
"That was more like," grunted Ted, as he met his catcher at the bench. "In that first inning these Centrals had me almost scared."
In the second half of this second inning the Souths scored one run. They did the same in the third and the fourth innings, meantime preventing Prescott"s fellows from scoring again, though in the fourth inning Prescott saw the bases full with Centrals just before the third man was struck out.
In the fifth and sixth innings neither side scored. At last the spectators began to realize that they were watching two well-matched nines.
"I can"t see that the Central Grammars are doing such a lot of a much," grunted Hi Martin to a High School boy.
"The Centrals are playing fine ball," retorted the High School boy. "The only trouble is that the Souths rank pretty close to them."
"I"d like to play both teams again," a.s.serted Hi. "All that happened to us was that we struck a few flukes when we played."
"Humph!" retorted the High School lad, just before turning away.
"Your North Grammar nine was kicked all over the field by both of these nines. Both Prescott"s and Teall"s fellows have improved a lot since they met you."
Hi subsided, feeling unhappy. It hurt him to hear any one praise a fellow like Prescott.
"I wonder if they could beat us, if we had another try?" pondered Hi. "But what"s the use of talking? Prescott would never think of giving us another chance. He"s too thankful to have lugged the score away from us before."
In the eighth inning Teall brought in one more run for the Souths, who now led.
"We"ve got to work mighty hard and carefully," grunted Tom Reade.
"Yes," a.s.sented d.i.c.k briefly.
"We"re beaten, anyway, I guess," sighed Hazelton.
d.i.c.k Prescott wheeled upon him almost wrathfully.
"We"re never beaten, Harry---remember that. We don"t propose to be beaten, and we can"t be. We"re going to bat now to pile up a few more runs. The championship is ours, fellows---don"t let that fact escape you."
"I wish I had d.i.c.k"s confidence," sighed Harry, turning to Reade.
"It isn"t confidence; it"s nerve," Tom retorted. "If we all show nerve like d.i.c.k"s, then nothing but the hardest sort of luck can take this game away from us."
Greg went first to bat, securing the first bag. d.i.c.k followed, with a two-bagger that brought frantic cheers from the on-looking Central Grammar boys.
"There are our two runs---the ones we need," cheered Darrin to himself, as he s.n.a.t.c.hed up his bat. "Now if I"m any good on earth, I"ll bring Greg in and perhaps d.i.c.k, too."
Though Dave was excited, he kept the fact to himself, facing Ted Teall with steely composure.
Two strikes and three b.a.l.l.s were called. The two base-runners, full of confidence in Darry, were edging off daringly.
"If I dared," throbbed Dave inwardly, "I"d refuse and walk to first on a called ball. But Tozier might call a strike on me---most likely would. Darry, you idiot, you"ve got to hit the next delivery, even if it goes by you ten feet from the line."
Poising himself on tip-toe, Dave awaited the coming of the ball.
Wells, with a wicked grin, signaled for a ball that he felt sure would catch Dave napping. Earlier in the game it might have done so, but Ted"s right "wing" was now drooping. Hi did his best, but Dave reached and clubbed the leather. In raced Greg, while d.i.c.k had a loafing time on his way to third. Dave reached first in plenty of time.
Two men went out, leaving the nines tied. d.i.c.k fumed now at third.
"I wish some one else than Henderson were going to bat," groaned Prescott inwardly.
However, Spoff had the honor of his school desperately at heart.
He did his best, watching with cool judgment and backed by an iron determination to make his mark. The third strike he hit.
It was enough to bring Prescott in. d.i.c.k seemed to travel with the speed of a racing car, reaching the home plate just ahead of the ball.
The side went out right after that.
"What did I tell you?" breathed d.i.c.k jubilantly. "We now stand five to four."
"But Ted"s terrors have a chance at bat," returned Hazelton.
"It won"t do them any good," Captain d.i.c.k affirmed. "Greg, signal for all the hard ones. Don"t have any mercy on my arm. This is the last inning and the last game of the series. I can stand being crippled."
"The last inning and the last game, unless the Souths score now,"
Holmes answered.
"Don"t _let_ "em score!" d.i.c.k insisted. "Remember, kill me with hard work, but don"t let the Souths score!"
Ted Teall went to bat first for his side.
Chapter XVII
DODGE AND RIPLEY HEAR SOMETHING
Teall"s grin, as he swung his stick and waited, was more impudent than ever. He meant to show the b.u.mptious Centrals a thing or two.
Then in came d.i.c.k"s wickedest drop ball, and it looked so good that Captain Ted took a free chance.
"Strike one!" remarked Umpire Tozier.
Some of the grin vanished from Ted"s face, but his eyes now flashed the fire of resolve.
"Strike two!"