“Get ’em down, Merriwell—get ’em down!” exclaimed the batter. “I can’t reach those!” “Try this,” invited Dick. Then he threw one of his high ones, which dropped like a flash and shot down past the batter’s shoulders. Madison fancied it would pass higher than his head and made no move to strike at it. “You’re out!” squealed Obediah Tubbs, whose turn it was to umpire behind the pitcher. “What’s the matter with you?” burst from Madison. “That was higher than my head! Give us a show, will you?” “Dern your picter, you’re out!” piped Obed excitedly. “Do you see that?” demanded Madison, shaking his finger at the Franklin umpire. “Now you want to even up for that! Your turn comes the next inning!” At this the cadets uttered a derisive groan. Madison was filled with rage as he took his seat on the bench. Jarley quickly put an end to Franklin’s chance in the eighth inning by swinging at the first ball and lifting it into the air for Merriwell to capture when it came down. The score remained unchanged. “Get after them, Black,” urged Dick, in a low tone, as Barron walked out. Black said not a word, but picked out a good one and hit it hard, but Tipton made a marvelous stop and threw Black out at first. “Only five more men, Westcott!” called Madison. “They will all be easy!” Flint was determined, and he secured a clean single. Gardner followed with a grounder that Jarley fumbled long enough to let Gardner reach first and Flint get safely to second. “Dear me!” muttered Billy Bradley, who was deathly pale, as he picked up his bat. “’Ow Hi wish somebody helse ’ad to ’it in my place!” Nevertheless, Billy made a handsome single, and Flint scored on it. “Abe, my boy,” said Wiley, “Fardale wins right here.” Jolliby, however, lifted a long fly to right field and was out, although Gardner advanced from second to third on it. Big Bob Singleton had not made a safe hit for the day. He redeemed himself now by cracking out a beautiful drive, on which Gardner scored. Buckhart did his best to get a hit, but Westcott revived again, and the Texan fell a victim to his curves, and made the third out for Fardale, which left the home team one run behind the visitors. In the first half of the ninth inning, with the Franklin umpire at work behind him, Dick quickly discovered that he was receiving no favors. Having made this discovery, he used the jump ball a great deal, leading the batter into thinking, whenever possible, that he was throwing straight ones. Through this he succeeded in striking out two of them and causing the third to put up an easy fly. Fardale came up in the ninth with Merriwell first at bat. Dick looked determined to try for a home run as he strode up to the plate, gripping the end of his bat. When Westcott delivered the ball, however, Merriwell suddenly shortened his hold and bunted. He was off like a flash, and by great running succeeded in crossing first ahead of the ball.