As he was so fond of saying, it was "Hobson's choice" with him, because he could not bunt, but had to hit out.

Well, he succeeded in doing a mighty thing, for the ball went whizzing far over Major's head out in center, and started rolling down the little incline.

Hugh and "K.K." raced home amidst thunderous plaudits, and after them came Julius, plodding along "like an ice-wagon," some of the anxious ones declared, though after all he had abundance of time to make the complete rounds.
There were no more runs garnered that inning, but then Scranton was not greedy.

Four against two looked mighty good to the visitors.
So the game went on.

It became a regular see-saw sort of affair, first one side being ahead and then the other.
At the end of the seventh, after considerable excitement, the two rival nines found themselves just where they had started in the beginning of the game, for they were tied, eight to eight, and both fighting tooth and nail to keep the other from adding to the score, while also endeavoring to secure a few runs on their own account.
Both pitchers had warmed to their work, however, and runs were likely to be a scarce article from that time on.
When Scranton was going into the field for the beginning of the eighth inning, the vast crowd settled down for an interesting close, because when two teams are as nearly matched as these seemed to be, it is a toss-up which will win the game..