Well, so far as scoring was concerned that ended the game, for although there were anxious moments during the succeeding four innings, never again did either contestant get a man as far as third base. Both Ogden and Osterman tightened up and pitched headier ball than they had been pitching, and both infields played better. Wyndham got three more scattered hits and Wolcott four――including a scratch――but not one led to a tally. Neither Tom nor Clif hit again. Tom twice lifted flies to the outfield, and Clif, up but once more, in the seventh, was an easy out, pitcher to first base. It was in the first of the seventh that Wolcott made her biggest threat. Then her first man hit past Tyson for one and took second on a sacrifice out. Tom’s fast handling of a liner killed him at third. Tom also had the honor of bringing the game to a joyful close when he ran well into the outfield and caught a Texas Leaguer. Loring’s score book showed, when it was all over and the tumult and the shouting had died, that Wyndham had made seven hits to Wolcott’s eight and three errors to the opponent’s two. But it also showed that she had won the game. A comparison of the rival pitchers showed that Osterman had struck out five men to Ogden’s four, had issued two passes to Ogden’s one and, like the latter, had hit one batsman. At the bat, however, Jeff had had far the best of the encounter, since, while Osterman had made no hits at all, Jeff had slammed out a two-bagger and subsequently scored the only run. All this was discussed and rediscussed that evening wherever two or more delighted Wyndham fellows came together. And with it was discussed also the outlook for the next contest. For instance, Loring is holding forth to an audience composed of Tom, Clif and Mr. Cooper: “Tuesday’s game will be a lot different. In the first place both teams will have to put in pitchers not so good as to-day’s. I guess Mr. Connover will start with Moore. Moore’s a left-hander, too, and he will probably argue that if Wolcott couldn’t hit a left-hander to-day she won’t be able to do much better Tuesday. Still, he might start Erlingby. In any case, our pitcher’s going to be hit a heap harder than he was to-day, for those fellows are batters! And we’ll be hitting more, too, probably, for whoever Wolcott puts in against us will be easier pickings than Osterman. We didn’t do badly to-day, I’ll say, for Osterman’s a mighty good twirler. Anyhow, Tuesday’s game will be a batting fest, and the side which bats the hardest will win. We will be on the other fellow’s field, too, and that’s against us somewhat. I don’t know how Tuesday’s game is going to come out, but I do know that it’s going to be a harder game to score than to-day’s was! You’re going, aren’t you, Mr. Cooper?” Mr. Cooper nodded, and the many little wrinkles about his eyes danced. “Try to keep me away,” he answered. CHAPTER XIX WALKING PAPERS