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It was unusually level, and stretched away to such a distance that it must needs be quite a slugger who could make a home-run hit on those grounds. Still it had been done.

The formidable batting strength of the Bisons had been met, not without disaster, but without defeat. McKnight came up for Buffalo and the Rube took his weary swing. The batter made a terrific lunge and hit the ball with a solid crack It lined for center. Suddenly electrified into action, I leaped up. That hit! It froze me with horror. It was a home-run. I saw Stringer fly toward left center.

"Shure it looks as if she's signed a new manager," said Pat, his shrewd eyes twinkling. The soft glow in Madge's cheeks deepened into tell-tale scarlet; Billie resembled a schoolboy stricken in guilt. "Aha! so that's it?" queried her uncle. "Ellston," said Pat. "Billie's home-run drive today recalled his notice an' if I don't miss guess it won him another game the best game in life."

I don't propose to spend four hundred and fifty dollars a year, besides a whole lot for extras, to have you taught how to kick a football or make a home-hit. And " "A home-run, sir," corrected Steve humbly. "Or whatever it is, then. I expect you to buckle down when you get there and learn. Remember that you've got just two years in which to prepare yourself for college.

On the level, now, don't you know the score?" "Fair and square, I don't, Worry. You never would let me think of how many runs we had or needed. I can count seven yes, and one more, that was Reddy's home-run." "Peg, you must have been up in the air a little; 14 to 4, that's it. And we didn't take our bat in the last of the ninth."

His face was cold and impassive now, almost forbiddingly so; but only half an hour before it had been a battle-field of conflicting emotions, and his hat still showed the dent where he had banged it against the edge of his seat on the occasion of Mr Daly's home-run. A worthy guest! The man on Mr Birdsey's left belonged to another species of fan.

In real life he did not wear the collar, he was free and easy in his manners, sure of his powers of conquest. As Lise observed, he had made a home-run with her at Slattery's Riverside Park. "Sadie Hartmann was sure sore when I tangoed off with him," she would observe reminiscently....

What does that sixty-seven mean, opposite Hayward's name?" "He made sixty-seven runs, sir." "Sixty-seven! In one game?" "Yes, sir." "Why, Home-Run Baker couldn't do it!" "I am not familiar with Mr. Baker, sir." "I suppose you've never seen a ball-game?" "Ball-game, sir?" "A baseball game?" "Never, sir." "Then, Bill," said Mr.

Willard's shortstop fell victim to the rival pitcher's curves and third baseman took his place. With two strikes called on him he found something he liked and let go at it. When the tumult was over he was sitting on second base. Don Satterlee stepped up to the plate and the cheerers demanded a home-run.

He ran like something wild. I saw the heavy Treadwell lumbering round the bases. I saw Ashwell run out into center field. "Ah-h!" The whole audience relieved its terror in that expulsion of suspended breath. Stringer had leaped high to knock down the ball, saving a sure home-run and the game. He recovered himself, dashed back for the ball and shot it to Ash.