A sacrifice fly would go a long way toward winning that game, and doubtless the thought occurred to Coach Connover. Al Greene was the next man on the Wyndham list, and Al had not yet touched the ball with his bat, even to make a foul. The best he had done was to draw a pass on the occasion of his last appearance. So right there Greene’s connection with the team was temporarily severed, and a rather nervous youth selected a bat, listened to Steve’s instructions and stepped to the plate. The umpire waved his mask in a request for silence and announced: “For Wyndham, Bingham batting in place of Greene!” I’ve stated that Clif was nervous, and so he was, but he tried very hard not to let the enemy battery surmise the fact, and he succeeded. First of all, after carefully annexing a sufficient amount of loam to his hands, he bid for the catcher’s respect by moving his bat behind him in a way to suggest that the catcher had best move back a couple of inches. The catcher accepted the suggestion and wondered what this unknown would like to have served to him. Having no dope on any one named Bingham, he had to stop wondering and call for a couple of inquiries. The first inquiry was an in-curve, and Clif looked it over attentively and retired a foot from the plate to let it by. The next was a high ball on the outside, and Clif let that alone, too, the umpire indorsing his judgment. Then Osterman let go with a fast one, knee high, and the count was two and one. The next was much the same and had little on it except a slight drop. Clif liked it and swung his bat against it and sped to first. Out in center field a youth with brown sleeves ran in a few yards, pulled the ball to him, set himself quickly and pegged to second baseman. And second baseman threw desperately home. But no one save a one-legged man with inflammatory rheumatism could have failed to score on that play, and Jeff, while his arm might be slightly weary by now, had full use of his legs. Long before the ball had settled into center fielder’s hands the Wyndham rooters were on their feet――or their neighbors’――hailing the tally! Jeff romped across the plate yards ahead of the ball and somewhat more than half the audience went stark, staring mad! Then Captain Leland did just what Clif had done, sending a long fly to center fielder, and the fifth, the wonderful fifth inning was over. And Wyndham was one beautiful big run to the good!