was seen racing out to second.

"Play ball!" called the umpire crisply.

"Oh, pshaw!" called one of the cadets. "In training season Prescott
tried for pitcher and the coaches turned him down. Now we're done
for today!"

Spirits were gloomy among the West Point rooters. Yet, within
a few moments, they sat up, taking notice.

Dick, with his nerves a-tingle, his eye keen, measured up the
Lehigh batsman and sent in one of his old-time, famous Gridley
spit-balls. It looked slow and easy. The Lehigh man swung a
well-aimed crack at the ball.

"Strike one," announced the umpire.

Again Prescott turned his wrist and twirled.

"Strike two!"

Then an outcurve.

"Strike three! Out!"

Lehigh began to look with some interest at this new, confident
pitcher.

The next Lehigh man to bat met a similar fate. So did the third man.

Now, the West Point yells went up with new force and purpose.

The corps yell rose, loud and thunderous, followed by three cries
of "Prescott!"

In their half of the inning, West Point put men on first and second,
but that was the best they could do.

So it dragged along to the seventh inning. Army rooters were
now sure that West Point's star pitcher had been found at last,
and that Lehigh would have rare luck to score again today. But
West Point didn't seem able to score, either, and Lehigh had the
one needed dot.

As Army went to bat Greg took up the stick and swung it expectantly.

"Do something, Greg," Dick had whispered. "I'm the second man
after you, and I'll back you if you can get a start. Remember
the old Gridley days of victory. Get some of that same old ginger
into you!"

Holmes, as he swung the stick over the plate, seemed to feel himself
back on the old athletic field of Gridley High School. And these
stalwart college boys before him seemed to him to be the old,
old Tottenville High School youngsters.

One strike Greg essayed and lost. At the second offer, he hit
the ball a sharp crack and started. He reached first, but as
he turned, the ball fell into the hands of Lehigh's second baseman,
and Greg fell back to safety at first.

Ebbett, who followed, hit at the third offer, driving the ball
almost under the feet of Lehigh's right-fielder. As that man
seized it he saw that Greg was within kicking distance of second
bag, so he threw to first and Ebbett was out.

Dick now stepped confidently forward. He looked at Lehigh's tired
pitcher with a challenging s