This time the young giant got the range of the ball by sheer good guessing.
Crack! It soared.

Right field ran backward after the ball.
Now the Gardiner fans were up and yelling like Comanches.
"Leg it, Prendergast!" The runner touched first bag, then darted on for second.

Right field was still after the ball.
"Whoop! He's pulverized the second bag!" "Just look at third, old man, and come steaming home over the plate!" That runner had been well trained.

He was close upon third base and going with unabated speed.
He kicked the bag---then a warning cry told him that right field had the ball.
A swift look over his shoulder, and Prendergast fell back upon third just before the ball dropped into the third baseman's hands.
"Safe on third!" came the umpire's announcement.

The ball arched over to Dick Prescott.