“Oh, well, we won’t have any fuss over it!” exclaimed Nort, suddenly weakening. “I don’t want to keep a fellow in there that you’re kicking about. Go ahead and take him out?” “Who shall we put in his place?” “Any one you please. I don’t care. Where is your regular umpire?” “Tell you what we will do,” said Dick. “We will take a man from the bench and you take one of your men, and we will let the two finish umpiring the game. That will make it perfectly satisfactory on both sides. What do you say to that?” “All right; I’m agreeable,” nodded Madison. The umpire was greatly astonished when he was called to leave the field. He walked off in high indignation, expressing his feelings in mutterings. The approval of this act on the part of the two captains came from the cadets and the spectators in a burst of applause. The game continued with two of the substitutes acting as umpires, Obediah Tubbs being one of these, while Franklin furnished the other. These fellows alternated with every inning in deciding on the balls and strikes, so that both sides were given a fair show. Merriwell was the first batter up for Fardale in the third inning, and, after having two strikes called on him, he hit a grounder past Gibbs, secured first on it, turned toward second, and drew the ball from Jarley, to whom it had been returned by Gannon. Jarley snapped the ball over so quickly in order to catch Dick that he made a bad throw. Madison stretched himself for it, but barely touched it with the end of his mitt. Dick danced down to second. “Now that’s too bad!” piped the voice of Ted Smart. “I’m just as sorry as I can be! I am afraid we’re going to get some scores!” “Don’t be afraid, little fellow,” said Gibbs mockingly. “There is not the least danger of it.” “Oh, I am so anxious!” said Ted. “I am so nervous and excited! Why, I should just hate to see us getting any scores now!” As Darrell walked out to bat he glanced toward Dick, who was on second, and received a signal to bunt. Although Darrell longed to swing hard at the ball, he obeyed the signal, and bunted toward first base, doing his best to outrun the ball. Dick was off for third almost before Hal bunted toward first base, and he secured it easily. In the confusion Darrell reached first safely. Black knew his business, and refused to go after the first ball pitched to him, although it was a good one. This gave Hal a chance to try to steal second, and he improved it. Dickson snapped the ball to Westcott, who turned like a flash and threw it to Tipton. Although this was done swiftly, Hal slid under Tipton and lay with his hand on the bag as the ball came into the second baseman’s hand. Dick made a fake dash off third, so that Tipton did not attempt to tag Darrell. Instead he threw the ball to Gibbs, but threw it so high that Gibbs was compelled to spring into the air for it.