The first man to bat for the visitors was the one called Al, who had first had a taste of Bert's "fadeaway." He swung viciously on the first ball that Bert offered him, which happened to be a fast in-curve. By a combination of luck and skill he managed to land the sphere for a safe trip to first. The cover of the ball was found to be torn when it was thrown back. Consequently, Bert had to pitch with a new ball, and failed to get his customary control. Much to his disgust he pitched four balls and two strikes, and the batter walked to first, forcing the man already on first to second base. "Yah, yah!" yelled a visiting rooter. "It's all over. He's blowing up! Pitcher's got a glass arm! Yah! Yah!" Others joined him in this cry, and Reddy looked worried. "That's enough to rattle any green pitcher," he thought. "I only hope they don't know what they're talking about, and I don't think they do. Wilson's a game boy, or I'm very much mistaken." "Don't let 'em scare you, Bert," called Dick, from first base. "Let 'em yell their heads off if they want to. Don't mind 'em." "No danger of that," returned Bert, confidently. "Just watch my smoke for a few minutes, that's all." Bert struck out the next batter in three pitched balls, and the clamor from the hostile rooters died down. The next batter was the captain, and he was burning for revenge, but popped a high foul to Hinsdale, the catcher, and retired, saying things not to be approved. The third man was struck out after Bert had had two balls called on him, and this ended the visitors' half of the eighth inning. The home team could make no better headway against the visitors' pitching and team work, however, and the inning ended without a tally. The score stood three to two in the visitors' favor, and things looked rather dark for the home boys. At the beginning of the ninth the visitors sent a pinch hitter, named Burroughs, to the plate to bat in place of Al, who by now had an almost superstitious fear of Bert's delivery, and declared that "he couldn't hit anything smaller than a football if that Freshie pitched it." Burroughs was hampered by no such feelings, however, and, after two strikes had been called on him, he managed to connect with a fast, straight ball and sent it soaring into the outfield. It looked like an easy out, but at the last moment the fielder shifted his position a little too much, and the ball dropped through his fingers. Before he could get it in, the runner had reached third base, where he danced excitedly and emitted whoops of joy. Bert felt a sinking sensation at his heart, as he realized how much depended on him. The next man up made a clever bunt, and although he was put out, Burroughs reached home ahead of the ball, bringing in another run. He was rewarded with a storm of applause from the visiting rooters, and it seemed as though all hope had departed for the home team.