Wyndham again failed to hit in her portion of the inning, Tyson, Raiford and Leland falling victims to the infield. Then Wolcott went to bat in what was presumably to be the final inning, Wyndham took the field confidently and cheerfully and the less enthusiastic fans prepared to depart. CHAPTER XXIII BASES FULL! “First man!” shouted Hurry. “First man!” echoed Van. “Let’s get him, gang!” “No one reaches first!” proclaimed Pat Tyson. “Go after him, Jeff!” So Jeff nodded, wound up and pitched, and the Wolcott left fielder met the ball with his bat and sent it right back over Jeff’s head and the trouble began. A reddish-haired lad named Quinn, who officiated at third base for the visitors, conferred with the Wolcott coach and advanced to the plate. He was evidently determined to make a sacrifice bunt and so Cobham signaled for low ones. With a strike and a ball scored, Quinn lifted one behind Van Dyke and just inside the foul line. Before the excitement was over there was a runner on second and a runner on first and no one was out! Mr. Connover signaled along the bench and Erlingby and Frost pulled on their gloves and, followed by Gus Risley, retired behind the stand. The next man hit the ball across the diamond to Hurry, who, finding it too late for a play at second, sped the sphere to Van Dyke for the first out. A third hit followed, though, and the runners from third and second scored the tying runs! Ogden threw out the next batsman at first, passed the subsequent one and then, while Wolcott still cheered and shouted and waved, made the third man raise an easy fly to Hurry Leland, bringing to an end a painful session! Wyndham came in and went into conference about the coach. The score was 3 to 3. One run would settle the matter here and now, but whether that one run could be produced, and how, was a subject for thought. Clif was first up, and, after listening intently to words of wisdom from Coach Connover, faced an extremely composed looking Osterman. Steve had told Clif to wait for a pass and this he proceeded to do. But Osterman wasn’t issuing passes yet, and after two strikes had been called against him and only two balls had been wasted by the pitcher Clif knew it was up to him to watch his step. The next delivery might have been intended for a drop, but it held pretty level and Clif got it fairly. The ball shot across the diamond a few feet to the left of the middle bag, and Clif was safe on first. Tom Kemble, due for a sacrifice, had been told to hit it out, and he proceeded to do so. He let Osterman put the first delivery over for a strike and the second for a ball. Then he selected the next and whanged it down the third base line. There was a good deal of luck in that hit, but it served its purpose, which was to put Clif on second and Tom on first. In fact, Clif might have gone to third on it, and was well on his way when the coacher turned him back.