For an instant he watched Dick, who was edging away from second.

Then he turned to send in a drive past Greg, who now hovered over the plate.
Greg Holmes went to two strikes and three balls, Hi all the time alertly watching Prescott at second.
Crack! And now Greg was running.

Norths' left-fielder muffed the ball, then recovered and threw like a flash to third.

But Dick was there a shade of a second ahead of the leather.
"Safe" declared the umpire.
Hi Martin flashed a warning look at the catcher for his nine, then sent a sweeping glare around the bases.

Greg and Dick smiled sweetly back.
"Play ball!" ordered Umpire Tozier.
Dan Dalzell was now at bat, tingling with anxiety, though his grin seemed a yard wide.
"Oh, you Danny Grin! Eat the leather!" appealed a Central rooter from the side.
Dan grinned again, his look seeming to say, "Watch me!" Two strikes, with no called balls.