for it with the result that
each interfered with the other and when the ball reached second Cole had
been there for ages. And Sid, to his own surprise, was safe on first.
With none out it looked like a score at last, and the cheering became
continuous. But Post, although a good pitcher and clever fielder, was a
miserable batter. It took just four balls, three of them straight over
the plate, to send him back to the bench.

Chub went to bat looking determined. With two foul strikes on him and
two balls he found something he liked the looks of and let go at it. It
resolved itself into a long high fly to deep center. Stone was under it
in time to gather it in, but not in time to field it home to prevent
Cole from scoring. Ferry Hill jumped and shouted. They had made a run at
last! Then Bacon tried to bunt Sid home and himself to first and only
succeeded in rolling the ball out for a foul. After that he swung at a
drop and missed it. He let the next two go by and found the fifth
delivery for a safe drive into shortstop's territory, a drive that was
so hard and ugly that it was beyond handling. Sid romped home like a
Percheron colt and Bacon got to first. Thurlow killed time until Bacon
had stolen second, and then in an effort to knock the cover off the ball
merely sent up a pop fly that was easily pulled down by second baseman.
That ended the fifth inning, but Ferry Hill was vastly more encouraged.
Two to three wasn't so bad; a run would tie the score.

But they were reckoning without Mr. Right Fielder Young. Mr. Right
Fielder Young started the sixth in a way that made the Hammond
supporters hug themselves and each other ecstatically. He drove out a
three-bagger over Kirby's head. Then when Hartley found Post's first
delivery for two bases, sending Young home, the Ferry Hill pitcher went
up into the air. Hyde advanced Hartley and went out himself at first.
Taft waited and trotted to first and the bases were full. Things looked
dark for the home team just then. But there was some comfort in the fact
that the batters coming up now were the poorest of the Hammond string.

Smith, Hammond's catcher, knocked a weak liner which Bacon got on the
bound and fielded home in time to cut off Hartley. Ferry Hill took heart
and cheered. Rollins came to bat, struck at the first ball pitched and
sent a foul far back of the boards. Post steadied down now; possibly he
forgot his nervousness in his desire to even matters with Rollins for
the