earport again came to bat in a business-like manner, and in almost
every detail the home team duplicated the performance of Oakdale.
Butters, picking out a bender to his fancy, straightened it for a
single.

"Good bub-boy!" mumbled Springer.

Stoker bunted, letting Butters down to second while he was being thrown
out at first. Merwin got a Texas leaguer, on which Butters took a
chance--foolishly, it seemed--and was saved by a wild throw to the pan
that let him slide under the catcher.

"Now, Mr. Grant is getting his mum-medicine," grinned Springer joyfully.

But Grant, resorting to his wonderful drop, struck out both Ramsdell
and Oakes. "That's the form, Grant!" approved Eliot; and Springer
chewed his tongue with envy.

The third inning gave neither side the advantage, but Grant seemed to
be swinging into shape; for, of the four hitters to face him, he
retired three with an ease that made them look foolish.

Rain was now threatening any moment, and it seemed hardly probable that
the downpour would hold off long enough for the game to be played
through. "We must get into it as soon as we can, fellows," said
Captain Eliot; "for if it does rain after the fifth inning, we should
have the lead. Come on; take that pitcher's measure."

Whether or not his words had an effect, they proceeded to go after
Oakes in a manner that might have discouraged any pitcher. Eliot,
himself, started it with a screaming two-bagger, scoring on Crane's
single. Sile took second on the throw to the plate, and stole third a
moment later, romping to the pan after Cooper's fly to the outfield was
caught.

With the sacks clean, Oakes' comrades were hopeful that he would check
the enemy. It was not his fault that Piper reached first, as Hutt, at
third, fumbled the grounder batted at him and followed this with a
wretched throw. This seemed to put the home pitcher off his feet, for
he passed Tuttle, to the great joy of the visitors.

"Great Caesar!" muttered Springer. "If they get a big lead, Grant may
pitch it through and win. Why doesn't Merwin take Oakes out?"

But Oakes remained on the slab, and Nelson, seeking to drive the ball
through an infield opening, batted straight at Carney, who winged the
sphere across for a put-out.

"Only one more," said Merwin encouragingly. "Get Barker, Oakesie."

"If you don't get him, your goose is cooked--and mine, too!" whispered
Springer.

Barker stood second on the list because he was a go