Hinsdale rolled the ball slowly back along the ground to the pitcher's box. Bert stopped, picked it up leisurely, and then, swift as a flash, snapped it over the left hand corner of the plate. Before the astonished batsman knew it was coming, Hinsdale grabbed it for the second strike. "Fine work, Bert!" yelled Dick from first. "Great head." Gunther, chagrined and enraged, set himself fiercely for the next. Bert wound up slowly. The tumult and the shouting died. A silence as of death fell on the field. The suspense was fearful. Before Bert's eyes came up the dear old college, the gray buildings and the shaded walks, the crowd at this moment gathered there about the bulletin---- Then he let go. For forty feet the ball shot toward the plate in a line. Gunther gauged it and drew back his bat. Then the ball hesitated, slowed, seemed to reconsider, again leaped forward, and, eluding Gunther's despairing swing, curved sharply down and in, and fell like a plummet in Hinsdale's eager hands. "You're out," cried the umpire, tearing off his mask. The crowd surged down over the field, and Bert was swallowed up in the frantic rush of friends and comrades gone crazy with delight. And again he saw the dear old college, the gray buildings and the shaded walks, the crowd at this moment gathered there about the bulletin----. * * * * * Some days after his fadeaway had won the pennant--after the triumphal journey back to the college, the uproarious reception, the bonfires, the processions, the "war dance" on the campus--Bert sat in his room, admiring the splendid souvenir presented to him by the college enthusiasts. The identical ball that struck out Gunther had been encased in a larger one of solid gold, on which was engraved his name, together with the date and score of the famous game. Bert handled it caressingly. "Well, old fellow," he said, half aloud, "you stood by me nobly, but it was a hard fight. I never expect to have a harder one." He would have been startled, had he known of the harder one just ahead. That Spring he had fought for glory; before the Summer was over he would fight for life. How gallant the fight he made, how desperate the chances he took, and how great the victory he won, will be told in "BERT WILSON, WIRELESS OPERATOR." THE END Transcriber's Notes: --Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). --Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. --Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. --Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved. --The author's long dash style has been preserved. End of Project Gutenberg's Bert Wilson's Fadeaway Ball, by J. W. Duffield