"Make him give you a nice one," called Bricktop, who was coaching from third. "We've got all day, Holly. He'll tire in about two innings. He has no Irish blood in him, as I have," and there was a laugh at Bricktop's "rigging" while the Fairview pitcher smiled sheepishly. But though Holly waited, it availed him but little. Three balls were called for him, after his first strike, though the Fairview crowd wanted to injure the umpire. Then Allen stiffened, and Holly walked back to the bench without even swinging the stick again. "Only one gone. We've got plenty of chances yet," called Bricktop, from the coaching box, and in his enthusiasm he stepped over the line. The umpire warned him back. Dan Woodhouse was up next. "Make kindling wood of your bat," yelled an enthusiastic freshman in the Randall bleachers, but though Dan sent a nice bingle to center, well over the pitcher's head, the second baseman pulled it down, and Dan was out. Bricktop repeated this, save that he flied to Herbert Bower, in left field, and Randall had a zero to her credit. In the second and third innings neither side scored, and when the fourth was half over, with another minus mark for Fairview the crowd began to sit up and take notice. "This'll be a hot game before it's through," prophesied Bert Bascome, who with Ford Fenton, and a crowd of like spirits sat together. "That's right," agreed Ford. "My uncle says----" "Sit down! Sit down!" yelled a score of voices about him, though the unfortunate Ford was not standing. He knew, however, what was meant, and uttered no protest. Though Randall did her best when her chance came in the ending of the fourth, nothing resulted. Backus flied to Sam Soden and Tom Parsons managed to get to first on a clean hit to right field, but Joe Jackson, who followed him, struck out, and, as though emulating his brother, the other Jersey twin did likewise, letting Tom die on second. "Say, when is something going to happen?" asked Holly Cross of Tom, as the home team filed out in the field. "It ought to, pretty soon now," replied Tom, as he kicked a small stone out of the pitchers' box. Bean Perkins, with his crowd of "shouters" started the "Wallop 'em" song, in an endeavor to make things lively, and he very nearly succeeded, for John Allen, who came up first in the beginning of the fifth, rapped out a pretty one to left field. It looked as if Joe Jackson would miss it, but Joe wasn't there for that purpose. He had a long run to the side to get within reaching distance of the horsehide, but, as though to make up for striking out, he made a sensational catch, and was roundly applauded, while Allen walked back disgustedly from first, which he had almost reached. "Pretty catch! Lovely catch!" yelled Bean Perkins. "Now a couple more like that, and things will be all ready for us when our boys come in."