even jumping over each other in the exuberance of their joy.
"We've got 'em going! We've got 'em going!" they yelled.
Glumly, and almost in a daze, the Morningside players looked at the figures. Their rivals were two ahead in the fifth inning and Baseball Joe, the pitcher on whom so much depended, was "as fresh as a daisy," as Tom declared.
"But we haven't won the game by a whole lot!" warned Captain Ward to his enthusiastic lads. "Play hard—play hard!"
Morningside managed to get one run in their half of the fifth, but when Excelsior came up for her stick-work again she easily demonstrated her superiority over the other lads. Four runs went to her credit, and only one to the rival team, and then, as Peaches said, "it was all over but the shouting."
"The game is in the ice box now, all right," Teeter added.
And so it was. Two runs for Excelsior in the seventh to one for her opponent; four in the eighth, while Joe held the enemy hitless in their half of that inning, brought the score to the tally of fifteen to six in favor of our friends.
"Let's make it an even 20 fellows!" proposed
