- ing perfectly at last in the rôle of clean-up batter,
hit for two bases, and both Cooper and Jones scored. Pat Browne was safe on a fielder's choice, Dave going out at third. Brattle hit safely, and Murdock was passed. The bags were all occupied, and the home team's cohorts roared exultantly and waved blue banners in air. And Laurie came to bat.
I'd like immensely to tell how Laurie knocked a home run or even a single, but truth compels me to state that he did nothing of the sort. He swung twice at good ones and missed them, and ended by swinging a third time at a very poor one. It remained for Pemberton to deliver the hit and, perhaps because he was a proverbially poor batter and wasn't feared one bit by Mr. Luders, he selected the second delivery and jabbed it straight at the young gentleman's head. Luders put up a defensive hand. The ball tipped it and bounded toward second. Three players ran for it. By the time short-stop had got, it, Pemberton was galloping up to first, and Pat Browne had slid in a cloud of dust across the plate. A moment later Brattle was caught off second, and the trouble was over for the time.
