Bang! The blow split the leather, which went in an erratic though by no means short course.

Greg dashed in over the plate amid wild cheers.

Dan, hotfooting as he had never before done in his life, crossed the plate also.

Wrecker, panting, reached first, looked at the fielder almost on the ball, sped on, then prudently turned and make back for first.
Toby Ross now went to bat, and struck out in crisp one-two-three order.
"Wrecker, that was a bully liner!" glowed Dick, grasping the hand of the boy who had saved the score in its critical moment.

"You seemed to have Hi Martin's delivery down to a certainty." "Yes, and it was a wonder, too," confessed Wrecker, still a bit dazed.