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Another player, named Forwell, took stand next. The pitcher for the Pornell team was now as nervous as Tom bad been and suddenly Forwell was hit in the arm by the ball. "Dead ball!" cried the umpire. "Take your base," and Forwell went to first, while Larry marched to second. Then Sam came to the bat, but his first strike was a foul, caught by the third baseman.
At that time Fred Century was a pupil at Pornell Academy, but Fred became so disgusted at the actions of Roy Bock, Bat Sedley, and some others, that he quit the rival institution of learning and came to Putnam Hall, where he was given a warm welcome.
Conkey has the leather!" This was true, but ere Conkey could start to run Fred Garrison brought him to earth and the ball rolled out into the field. Sam and a Pornell halfback made a rush for it. "My ball!" yelled the Pornellite, who was twenty pounds heavier than the little captain. "Not today!" retorted Sam, and snatched it from under his very feet.
"Say, but ain't this going to be a snappy game!" "Our fellows have the ball!" "There she goes up five yards into Putnam ground!" "Carry that ball back!" yelled Dick excitedly. "Don't let them gain an inch!" "Whoop her up for Pornell!" And then came a wild blare of tin horns and a waving of the academy colors, brown and white.
And he was right, the bully did stir up the whole school, but it was not until the next term, after the young major had left. About half the distance to Putnam Hall had been covered when the three cadets discovered a crowd ahead of them. "Who are those fellows?" asked Pepper. "Pornell Academy lads," announced Andy. "And see, they have spotted us!"
The boys were in their best uniforms, and certainly presented an imposing appearance as they marched behind the music of their drums and fifes. When the grounds at Pornell Academy were reached, they were found to be more than three quarters full, for the proprietor of the place had opened up for the benefit of the public at large, and many had come from Cedarville and the surrounding territory.
Then Pornell tried some heavy mass play, but lost the leather on a fumble, and it came into Tom Rover's possession. Away flew Tom, as though a legion of demons were after him, straight for Pornell's goal. The crowd began to shout itself hoarse. "See Tom Rover! Go it, Tom, old boy, go it!" "He can't carry it through! See, Conkey and Largren are after him!" "There he goes down!
The accidents to Andy and to Major Jack put something of a damper on the arrival for the term, and a jollification that had been scheduled for that night was indefinitely postponed. Captain Putnam questioned the cadets concerning the actions of Roy Bock and his cronies, and then sent a stiff letter to the head of Pornell Academy.
"Three on base and two out!" came the cry. "Now, Pornell, be careful!" Fred Garrison was the next of the team to come forward. All eyes were centered upon Fred. "Be careful, oh, be careful!" pleaded Frank. "Don't get out as I did!" "One strike!" cried the umpire as the ball whizzed over the plate. "Ball one!" came a moment later. "Strike two!" was immediately added.
"Stop the team!" was the cry. "The horses are running away!" It was true, the team was running away. One of the horses was a spirited animal and he now had the bit in his teeth. The boys in the rear of the turnout looked back, to see Peleg Snuggers still lying in the highway. The stage belonging to Pornell Academy had turned down a side road. "Can't you stop them, Andy?" asked Jack Ruddy.
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