a confident air about him as he swung his willow stock to and fro.
"Play ball!" called the umpire.
Dave Ogden, with a calculating glance at the batsman, tied himself into rather a complicated knot and threw the horsehide. It was right over the plate and Langridge struck viciously at it, but made a clean miss. There was a groan from the Randall supporters and the team looked glum. Langridge, however, was not disconcerted. He was as confident as ever. Once more the ball was hurled toward him. He stepped right up to it, for he knew a pitcher's tricks and there was a resonant crack that made the hearts of his chums leap. He had lined out a "beaut."
"Go on! go on! go on!" yelled Coach Lighton. "Leg it, Langridge, leg it!"
Langridge was running low and well. The Boxer right fielder had muffed the ball, but made a quick recovery and threw to first. It seemed that Langridge was safe, but the umpire, who had run down toward the bag, called him out.
A groan went up from the Randall sympathizers and the team joined in.
"That'll do!" cried Captain Woodhouse sharply to his men. "Don't dispute any decisions. Leave that to me. We'll accept it. You're up, Kerr."
Kerr was a notoriously good hitter and Ogden gave him his walking papers. Sid Henderson was
