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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.
Tug was a second baseman, whose cool head made him a good man at that pivot of the field; he was an able assistant to the right-field, a ready back-stop to the short-stop, and a perfect spider for taking into his web all the wild throws that came slashing from the home plate to cut off those who dared to try to steal his base.
As a consequence, Tom fed him several straight ones over the plate, and so quickly that two strikes were called almost before the baseman realized what was occurring. Then, as he swung at a low one, the third strike was called, and he was declared out. In the meantime, however, the runner on first had made second.
The result was that the runner from first trotted safely to second, the runner at third remained there, and everybody laughed except the second baseman. In fielding ground-hits the second baseman, because of his being so far removed from the bat, has a better chance to "judge" a hit.
He was so lively on his feet that he could go back ahead of the baseman every time, and Coulter gave up trying to catch him after two attempts. Frank took all the ground he could, and seeing the next ball was an outdrop he legged it for third. "Slide! slide! slide!" howled the astonished Halliday, who was still on the coach line at third.
I venture to say that there is not another able-bodied adult male in the United States the making of whose income-tax schedule would be simpler than mine." With which philosophic trend of thought, and the knowledge that he could eat for at least two weeks longer, the erstwhile star amateur first baseman sought the doubtful comfort of his narrow, lumpy bed.
The little first baseman flushed and a steely look came into his eyes. At the next one he struck, but it came across the plate as an out-shoot that was just too far out for Hutchins's reach. Had he not offered it would have been a "called ball." With two strikes called against him, and nothing moving, Hutchins felt the ooze coming out of his neck and forehead.
Out of the mix-up he suddenly straightened himself. The first baseman saw a dusty white cannon-ball shoot past him, and heard the umpire's dulcet voice growl: "Strike!"
"Put 'em over, Princeman!" yelled Billy Westlake from second. "Don't be afraid of him! He couldn't hit it with a pillow!" jeered the third baseman. In a calm, superior sort of way, Mr. Princeman smiled and shot over the ball. "Four balls. Take your base!" said Mr. Blackstone, quite gently. Reassuringly Mr.
"This cakes the take I mean takes the cake! I never struck such an easy way of making money! I say, fellows, we'll open something after the game, and I'll pay for it with what I win off Harris." "That will be nice," smiled Harris; "but you may not be loaded with my money after the game." The very first batter up, got first on an error by the second baseman who let an easy one go through him.
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