it would be just as well to start right in, and do some scoring.
If the game should be called after a number of innings had been
played, whoever was ahead would be adjudged the victor. A threatening
day is not a time to put too much faith in a ninth-inning Garrison
finish, because the game may never go beyond five or six turns, if
the flood-gates above chance to open, and the field be deluged so
as to make a continuance of play out of the question.

Well, that was just what did happen, as it turned out, and Scranton
boys found occasion to thank Coach Leonard for his advice, since it
really gave them the decision.

Patterson certainly had amazing speed when he started, and for three
innings it was next to impossible to touch him; for that matter
Tyree was also twirling with considerable effect, though several
hits had been made, and an error allowed one run to be tallied.

Then in the fourth something happened. Allandale was still striving
with might and main to stretch that lone tally into several. They
seemed to have a batting rally, and singular to say it was the end
of the string usually considered the weakest that came to the fore.

Whipple, the right fielder, knocked a terrific fly, but it was taken
after a great run by Juggins. Brown followed suit, but also died
through clever work on the part of "K.K." out in center. It was
supposed that Big Ed Patterson as the next man up would be an easy
third, because he had struck out both times at the bat.

He surprised everyone, himself included, possibly, by sending out a
crack that by bard base running allowed him to reach second. Then
Keeler, the Allandale backstop, not to be outdone in the matter, also
met one of Tyree's mystifying balls on the tip of his bat; and
Patterson, who had not had time to even think of asking to get some
one to run for him, had to keep galloping along in mad haste, the
coach near third sending him home, which he reached after a slide.

Farmer, however, struck out immediately afterwards, so that one
tally only resulted from the batting rally. But the mischief had
been already done. Big Ed was wheezing badly when he took his place
in the box, a fact the vigilant eye of Hugh instantly noted.

"This is going to be our one chance to do something, boys," he told
his mates as they came in to start the fifth frame. "Big Ed is
tired after that running. Work him for a pass, Owen; you know how
to do it, all right."

Owen apparently did