and then all St. Timothy’s were leaping, yelling, swinging their hats: it was a clean base hit into right field; Blanchard came sprinting home, and on the throw in, the vain attempt to head him off. Bell ran to second.
No one out, one run, and Jim Payne at the bat; here surely was where St. Timothy’s would tie the score. So at least Edward shouted exultantly into Lawrence’s ear while the cheering went on.
“Tie the score!” shrieked Lawrence.
“Here’s where we win, you mean!”
But Payne disappointed himself and all his supporters; he hit the ball hard, but he drove it straight on a line into the short-stop’s hands, and only Bell’s nimbleness in getting back to second saved him from being the victim of a double play.
“That was hard luck,” said Lawrence with exasperation. “A good clean hit like that! Harry Carr’s got to hit the ball—because if he does n’t Pollock never will.”
Carr knocked a long fly which the left fielder caught; and Bell was still on second base.
