Further remarks were prevented by the arrival of Hurry Leland. He had to shake hands with Tom earnestly, clap him on the back and punch him playfully in the ribs. “The million dollar infield again, Tom!” he chortled. “There’s nothing to it, fellows! It’s all Dark Blue!” The rest of the team drifted in, heard the news and acclaimed it loudly. A quarter of an hour later they were out on the scrub diamond beginning an easy practice. Wolcott was already in evidence and the nearer stand had a brown tinge, although the game was not to start until three. After twenty minutes of work Coach Connover led the squad to a corner of the second team stand and talked to them a few minutes. Finally he read the batting-list: Tyson, 3B; Raiford, R.F.; Leland, S.S.; Bingham, C.F.; Talbott, L.F.; Kemble, 2B; Van Dyke, 1B; Cobham, C; Ogden, P. “Let’s play this game steady, fellows,” ended the coach. “Make everything sure. Squeeze the ball every time you get it. If you do that, and hit the way you can hit when you make up your minds to, you’ll get the game, the series and the championship. No cheers, fellows. Let’s go.” Wolcott retired from the first team diamond, and Wyndham took possession for five minutes amidst the wild applause of the crowded stand. In practice the “million dollar infield” showed wonderful form, and more than once Captain Leland, Tyson, Van Dyke or Tom pulled stunts that brought approval from the spectators. There was plenty of speed and vim to-day. Finally a short man in the traditional blue serge of his profession waved his mask and addressed the stands. “La――dies ’n gen’mun! Batteries for the game! For Wolcott, Osterman ’n Bailey! For Wyndham, Ogden ’n Cobham! Play ball!” It was the Wolcott captain and center fielder who started the scoring, in the first half of the second, with a clean hit past Hurry. He was advanced on a sacrifice, pitcher to first baseman, took third on a sacrifice fly to left field and scored on a hit over second. Wyndham tied the game up in the same inning, however. Clif, first of the Dark Blue to face Osterman in that frame, hit to third baseman who fumbled badly. With three balls and one strike on Tom, Clif got the signal and set out for second. Tom swung, but missed, and Bailey, the Brown’s catcher, pegged to the base. Clif slid under the ball safely. Tom struck out on the next delivery.