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The batsman was sweating nervously, but he couldn't help it. Dick Prescott had fairly forced himself into the form of the first inning. But it couldn't last. Gink! It was only a little crack at the ball, struck rather downward. A grounding ball struck the grit and rolled out toward right infield. There was no shortstop here. The instant that Prescott took in the direction he was on the run.
On all hits to left and left centre-fields, the shortstop should take second, allowing the baseman to back up the throw, and on all hits to right and right centre the baseman will take the base and the shortstop attend to the backing up. In fielding ground hits the short-stop should observe the general principles for such plays.
But they heard the crack, saw the New York shortstop stagger and then pounce forward to pick up the ball and speed it toward the plate. The catcher was quick to tag the incoming runner, and then snap the ball to first base, completing a double play.
An attempt to sacrifice him home failed, and a double play was made, retiring the side. Harvard opened the sixth by batting a ball straight at Yale's shortstop, who played tag with it, chasing it around his feet long enough to allow the batter to reach first. It was not a hit, but an error for short. This seemed to break the Yale team up somewhat.
"Well, I say!" exclaimed Roland. "Think I'll change quarters. I would like first rate to meet your Norah." "I'm first there," put in Tom. "I met her at the kitchen door as I went around for the oil can. And I must say I rather like that shade of hair. Our shortstop had it, and he claimed it was classic called it mahogany, too."
Red Brown and Perry Alford stationed themselves at second and shortstop respectively, while the Harrison boys stood around and waited until duty should call them to the outfield. "Where's Skinny and Sid?" asked John as he glanced around. "There's Mosher, now," exclaimed Silvey, as a tall and diminutive figure made their way down the railroad embankment. "Kid brother with him as usual."
Rap-tap! at the door, and Furlong and Dunstan dropped in. "Want to tell you what I think about your pitching, old ramrod," announced Furlong. "It's rotten!" glowed Dunstan cheerfully "And your shortstop work, Holmesy " "What kindergarten nine did you play with last?" insisted Furlong. "I was just making up my mind not to pitch again this season," grinned Cadet Prescott. "Why not?"
"Put in Peck!" they urged. "They've got Coulter going, and he will lose the game right here if you do not change." At this the captain got angry and told them to get out. When he got ready to change he would do it without anybody's advice. Coulter continued to pitch, and the next batter got first on an error by the shortstop. "The whole team is going to pieces!" laughed Paul Pierson.
Kelly again hit to shortstop, and the ball appeared to start slow, to gather speed with every bound and at last to dart low and shoot between Grace's legs. "Haw! Haw!" roared Bo. "They've got a hole at short. Hit fer the hole, fellers. Watch me! Jest watch me!" And he swung hard on the first pitch.
The Natchez shortstop had a fine opportunity to make the catch, but he made an inglorious muff. Tay Tay hurried to bat. Umpire Gale called the first pitch a strike. Tay slammed down his club. "T-t-t-t-to-to-twasn't over," he cried. "T-t-t-tay " "Shut up," yelled Daddy. "We want to git this game over today."
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