and faced the rustic twirler and
softly said things to him.

He delivered the ball, and I could have yelled aloud, so fast, so
straight, so true it sped toward me. Then I hit it harder than I had
ever hit a ball in my life. The bat sprung, as if it were whalebone.
And the ball took a bullet course between center and left. So
beautiful a hit was it that I watched as I ran.

Out of the tail of my eye I saw the center fielder running. When I
rounded first base I got a good look at this fielder, and though I had
seen the greatest outfielders the game ever produced, I never saw one
that covered ground so swiftly as he.

On the ball soared, and began to drop; on the fielder sped, and began
to disappear over a little hill back of his position. Then he reached
up with a long arm and marvelously caught the ball in one hand. He
went out of sight as I touched second base, and the heterogeneous crowd
knew about a great play to make more noise than a herd of charging
buffalo.

In the next half inning our opponents, by clean drives, scored two runs
and we in our turn again went out ignominiously. When the first of the
eighth came we were desperate and clamored for the "rabbit."

"I've sneaked it in," said Merritt, with a low voice. "Got it to the
umpire on the last passed ball. See, the pitcher's got it now. Boys,
it's all off but the fireworks! Now, break loose!"

A peculiarity about the "rabbit" was the fact that though it felt as
light as the regulation league ball it could not be thrown with the
same speed and to curve it was an impossibility.

Bane hit the first delivery from our hoosier stumbling block. The ball
struck the ground and began to bound toward short. With every bound it
went swifter, longer and higher, and it bounced clear over the
shortstop's head. Lake chopped one in front of the plate, and it
rebounded from the ground straight up so high that both runners were
safe before it came down.

Doran hit to the pitcher. The ball caromed his leg, scooted fiendishly
at the second baseman, and tried to run up all over him like a tame
squirrel. Bases full!

Hathaway got a safe fly over the infield and two runs tallied. The
pitcher, in spite of the help of the umpire, could not locate the plate
for Balknap, and gave him a base on balls. Bases full again!

Deerfoot slammed a hot liner straight at the second baseman, which,
striking squarely in his hands, recoiled as sharply as if it had struck
a