The championship is ours, fellows---don't let that fact escape you." "I wish I had Dick's confidence," sighed Harry, turning to Reade.
"It isn't confidence; it's nerve," Tom retorted.

"If we all show nerve like Dick's, then nothing but the hardest sort of luck can take this game away from us." Greg went first to bat, securing the first bag.

Dick followed, with a two-bagger that brought frantic cheers from the on-looking Central Grammar boys.
"There are our two runs---the ones we need," cheered Darrin to himself, as he snatched up his bat.

"Now if I'm any good on earth, I'll bring Greg in and perhaps Dick, too." Though Dave was excited, he kept the fact to himself, facing Ted Teall with steely composure.
Two strikes and three balls were called.

The two base-runners, full of confidence in Darry, were edging off daringly.
"If I dared," throbbed Dave inwardly, "I'd refuse and walk to first on a called ball.