Dick paid no attention to this. He concentrated every faculty on the effort to retire Peterson, knowing the Great Northern pitcher was not nearly as good a hitter as Ligner, who followed him. Peterson finally lifted a high infield fly, which Earl Gardner smothered, and the joy of the cadets was expressed in another wild cheer, for at last the enemy had been checked, with Fardale still one run in the lead. Arlington was savage enough when the boys came in to the bench. “I had that game won,” he declared. “It was not my fault they made those runs. Why didn’t you chaps keep on playing baseball?” This was more than Chip Jolliby could stand. “Oh, go sus-sus-sus-soak your head!” he chattered, in disgust. “You need something to take the sus-sus-sus-welling out of it.” “Be careful!” panted Chet. “I won’t stand that from anybody.” “Don’t talk to us about support!” indignantly exclaimed Earl Gardner. “No fellow ever got better support on this field than you got.” “That’s all right,” muttered Chet. “I saw you shirk. I saw you dodge a liner.” “After the game I will tell you what I think about that,” returned Earl. “I can’t waste breath on you now.” Although Fardale made a great effort to again increase her lead, Peterson was too clever for the boys, and they could not score on him. In the eighth inning Dick again worked his slow ball with success, only one single being made off his delivery. “We have got ’em, pard!” muttered Buckhart, as the cadets again gathered at their bench. “You saved the game!” “I hope so,” said Dick; “but we ought to have a few more runs.” “Don’t fool with the kids, Peterson,” called Grace. Peterson had no intention of fooling, and he struck out the first two hitters who faced him in the eighth. The next man lifted a foul that was captured by Wallace. The Great Northern now came up for their last time at bat, and their captain urged them to wait for Dick’s slow ones. “He can’t use speed,” said Grace. “He’s got a lame side. A fellow told me that before the game. Don’t get eager, fellows. Make him put the ball over, and don’t go after it too soon.” This advice was taken, and the first batter got a safe hit. The next man sacrificed him to second, and there seemed a possibility that the visitors would tie the score. At this point the strain and excitement was intense. By steady headwork Dick caused the next hitter to bat an easy one to Bradley, who threw the fellow out at first. “Whoop!” roared Buckhart, relieved and delighted. “We’ve got them now. They are done to a turn. You hear me warble!” There is an old saying that “no game is over until it is finished.” This proved to be the case now, for the next hitter met one of Dick’s slow ones and drove it far into the outfield. In their desperate dash to catch this fly neither Flint nor Jolliby heard Dick’s warning cry to them. “Take it, Jolliby!” was Merriwell’s command. Flint did not stop, and the two collided just as the ball struck Chip’s hands.