Dick, dancing away from third, felt himself on tenterhooks.

Not all of his perspiration was due to the heat of the day.
Again Dan offered.

Crack! A wild, gleeful whoop went up from some of the Central rooters, while others held their breath.
The ball went high, and right field came running in for it.

As it happened, the fielder underestimated the length of the flight.
It struck the ground to his rear and rolled.

Before the outfielder could pick it up Dan had kicked the first bag.
"Prescott! Prescott!" Dick was in, scoring the first run, while Greg was at second, and Dan hugging first as though he dared not be found two yards away from that bag.
Henderson now went to bat, accompanied by the grave anxiety of the members of his nine, for Spoff was not one of the star players.
True to expectations Spoff struck out.
"Do it, Hazelton! You've got to do it!" yelled the Central fans despairingly.