"Two men out, remember!" As Dalzell faced the pitcher his grin was broader than Teall's.
Two strikes and two balls were quickly called.

Some of Dalzell's assurance was gone now, but he steadied himself down.

It would never do to strike out at such a time.
Then Danny Grin made his third strike, but he drove the ball ahead of him, forcing the right fielder of the Souths to run backward for it, but he missed the catch and by the time the ball was in circulation again the bases were full of Central Grammar runners.
"I'm glad you're going forward," whispered Dave, just as Dick started towards the plate, his favorite bat in hand.
"I'll make a monkey of you," muttered Teall, just loudly enough for the words to reach Prescott.
"If you can, you're welcome," grunted Dick under his breath.
Swat! It was the first ball driven in.

Had there been a fence around the field that fair drive would have gone over it.

How it soared and then flew! The right fielder who followed that ball was nervous from the start.