The next one Amy had no trouble with and sped it back along the side line to the corner.

But Holt was there and got it nicely and again lobbed.

Amy awaited with poised racket and Holt scurried to the rear of the court.
Then down came Amy's racket and the ball sailed across almost to the back line and bounded high, and although Holt jumped for it, he missed it and it lodged hard and fast in the back net.
"Byrd wins the set, 6--4! The score is one set each!" Amy, passing the end of the net to change court, stopped a moment in front of Clint.

"How's the knee ?" he asked.
"Rotten, thanks.

Say, I thought you said you weren't taking chances, Amy." Amy grinned and doubling up the towel with which he had been wiping his face and hands let it drive.