arted a rally of their own when next at the
bat. Tyree, however, nipped the same in the bud by getting himself
out of two nasty holes when it looked as though the other team must
surely push men over the plate.

So the game went on, and Tyree gave no sign of falling down, standing
the strain wonderfully well. Hugh felt the joyous thrill of coming
victory. Many of the wildly cheering Scranton rooters boasted that
they could already see Allandale handing over the pennant they had
so easily won the previous summer, and which must float from the
flag-pole in front of the Scranton high school another season.

The finish was highly exciting. Allandale managed actually to tie
the score in their half of the ninth, but Scranton still had an inning
in which to do something.

Thad Stevens led the batting list in the ninth; and some other heavy
artillery followed close on his heels. Thad got first on a neat
little hit. "Just" Smith advanced him a base with a sacrifice bunt.
Then Horatio Juggins, who was seldom ever known to fail when it was
up to him to do something, met one of those speedy shoots of
Patterson on the end of his bat, and perched on second, while the
winning tally came in.

That closed the game, since Allandale had already had their turn at
bat in the ninth. Juggins was the hero of the occasion, and that
glorious hit of his would long place him on a pedestal in the
estimation of the Scranton High scholars. Indeed, all sorts of
dates would be reckoned back to "that time bully old Jug nearly
knocked the cover off the ball, and handed us the championship on
a silver plate."

Scranton boys were more than satisfied with the success that had
attended the baseball rivalry. They would be entitled to fly the
pennant of victory for the next season, beginning with the fall
session of school. Every student's heart must thrill more or less
with honest pride as he looked back to the wonderful way in which,
under such a leader as Hugh Morgan, the Scranton High spirit of
outdoor sports, which had fallen to a lamentably low figure of late,
had been boosted on high, so as to place the locals above every
other town worth mentioning in the county.

As yet, Hugh was sorry to learn, there did not seem to be much chance
of a series of football games being arranged, because somehow that
sport had never taken a firm hold upon the boys of the three towns.
But encouraging signs gave promise that by another year some thing
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