speak. You're all right—facile princeps as the old Romans have it—which, being interpreted, means you can come in and sit at our training table."
Tom's side only gathered in two runs, however, and from then on up to the eighth inning the team Langridge was on held the lead, the score at the beginning of the ninth inning being 10 to 8 in favor of Backus' men. That inning Tom and his chums rather went to pieces as regarded fielding, nor did Tom shine brilliantly in the box. He struck out two men and then he seemed to lose control of the ball. The bases were filled, two men knocking a one and two bagger respectively and another getting his walking papers. Then Tom got nervous, and just when he should have held himself well in hand to keep the score down, he gave another man a chance to amble easily to first on four balls and forced in a run.
There were cries of derision from the opposing players and an ominous silence on the part of Captain Molloy and his men. The next man got a onebagger and the player who followed him knocked a pop fly, which Molloy, who was on third, missed. The inning ended with three more runs in favor of Langridge and his mates, making the score 13 to 8.
"Six runs to win and five to tie," murmured Molloy. "Can we do it, boys?"
"Sure," said Phil Clinton confidently. Phil always fought to the last ditch. But it was not to be.
