these Army players!

Greg, too, was cool, though a good deal apprehensive. With him
the call stood at balls three and strikes two when Greg thought
he saw his real chance.

Swat! Greg struck with all his strength, and at the sound, a
cheer rose from the seats of the Army fans. But the ball was
lower than Greg had calculated, and after all his assault on the
leather had resulted only in a bunt.

Navy's pitcher took a few swift steps, then bent, straightened
up and sent the ball driving to first.

"Runner out at first!"

Then indeed a wail went up. What did it matter that Prescott
had reached second? Greg's disaster had put the side out. And
now the Navy came back to bat. In this half of the second, three
hits were taken out of Prescott's delivery, and at one time there
were two sailors on bases. Then the Navy went out to grass and
the Army marched in for a trial. This time, however, the Army
had neither Durville, Prescott nor Holmes at the plate, and with
these three best batters on the bench, Dave had the satisfaction
of striking the soldiers out in one, two, three.

In the third inning neither side scored. Then, in the fourth,
with two sailors out when he came to bat, Dalzell exploded a two-bagger
that brought the Navy to its feet on the benches, cheering and
hat-waving. By the time that Dan's flying feet had kicked the
first bag on the course Dave Darrin was holding the willow and
standing calmly by the plate, watching.

Two of Dick's offers, Dave let go by without heeding, one ball
and one strike being called. But Dave, though he looked sleepy,
was wholly alert. At the third offer he drove a straight, neat
little bunt that was left for the Army's second baseman. That
baseman had it in season to drive to Lanton, at Army first base.
But Dave had hit the bag first, and was safe, while Dan Dalzell
was making pleased faces over at third.

Now, a member of the Navy team slipped over to that side of the
diamond to coach Dan on his home-running. In addition to pitching,
Dick had to watch first and third bases, in which situation Dave
Darrin, with great impudence and coolness, stole second in between
two throws.

On the faces of the Army fans, by this time, anxiety was written
in large letters. They had heard much about the Navy battery, but
not of its base-running qualities.

It was little Hutchins now again at the bat. His last time there
he had been struck out without trouble.

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