eft field, and he didn't
care where it landed. Gardiner's left field was forced to pick
up the leather.

Greg didn't know that anyone had the ball. He didn't care; he
had to make first, anyway.

He kicked the bag, turning for the second lap. Then he saw the
sphere coming through the air, and slid back.

"Runner safe on first!"

Gridley, with its nerve always on hand, felt that there was a
ray of hope. The good, old, strong and fierce school yell went
up. The soprano voices of the girls sounded high on the air.

Now Dan Dalzell came up to the plate, bat in hand. Dan hadn't
hit a thing during the afternoon, but he meant to do so, now.
It was either that or the swan-song!

"Strike one!---" a groan came from Gridley, a cheer from Gardiner.

But Dan was not in the least confused. He was ready for the next
ball.

_Biff_! It was the pistol shot for Greg, who was off like a two-legged
streak, with Dan, ninety feet behind but striving to catch up.
The ball came to first only a quarter-second behind Dan's arrival.

"Both runners safe!"

"Oh, now, _Purcell_!"

The man now hovering over the plate knew he simply _had_ to do something.
He was captain of the nine. He had caught like a Pinkerton detective
all afternoon, but now something was demanded of his brain and
brawn.

"Strike one!" called the umpire, with voice that grated.

"Good-bye!"

"Strike two!" came again the umpire's rasping tones.

Even now Gridley fans wouldn't admit cold feet, but the chills
were starting that way.

Crack!

"Whoop!" Then the battle-cry of Gridley rose frantically from
all the seats---Purcell had made first base.

"Prescott!"

"It's yours!"

"_Don't_ fall down!"

Schimmelpodt, a wealthy old German contractor, rose from his seat,
shouting hoarsely:

"Bresgott I gif fifdy tollars by dot Athletic Committee bis you
win der game vor Gridley!"

The offer brought a laugh and a cheer. Schimmelpodt rarely threw
away money.

Dick, smiling confidently, stood bat in hand.

Most other boys might have felt nervous with so much depending
on them. But Dick was one of the kind who would put off growing
nervous until the need of steady nerves was past.

It was always impossible for him to admit defeat.

The game stood two to nothing in favor of the Gardiner nine, but
Gridley had bases full.

Dick's help might not have been needed for all the uneasiness
that he displayed.

There was no pallor about his face, nor any