Winters, by a great effort, tightened up a little after this, and with the help of snappy support retired the Maroons, but not before the latter had garnered another precious run. The visiting team did nothing, however, for although they got a runner to third at one time, he was put out by a quick throw from pitcher to first. Thus ended the second inning, and to the casual observer it seemed as though the teams were pretty evenly matched. To Reddy's practised eye, however, it was apparent that the Blues had a little the edge on their opponents, except in the matter of pitching. Here, indeed, it was hard to tell who was the better pitcher, the Maroon boxman or Winters. Both were pitching good ball, and Reddy realized that it would probably narrow down to a question of which one had the greater staying power. "If only we had young Wilson pitching," he thought to himself, "I would breathe a whole lot easier. However, there's no use crossing a bridge till you come to it, and I may be having all my worriment for nothin'. Somethin' tells me, though, that we're goin' to have trouble before this game is over. May all the Saints grant that I'm wrong." For the next three innings, however, it appeared as though the trainer's forebodings were without foundation. Both teams played with snap and dash, and as yet only two runs had been scored. At the beginning of the sixth inning, Tom was slated as the first man up, and he walked to the plate filled with a new idea Bert had given him. "Wait until about the fourth ball that that fellow pitches," Bert had told him, "and then bounce on it good and plenty. The first two or three balls he pitches are full of steam, but then, if nobody has even struck at them, he gets careless, and puts one over that you ought to be able to land on without any trouble. You just try that and see what happens."