Then Chip made one of those famous throws of his. Without losing a moment of time, he sent the ball on a line from his position far out into the field straight to third base. An ordinary thrower would have thrown it in to Tubbs, who was the nearest infielder. Had this been done, Conway must have reached third in safety, but the ball came straight into the hands of Bradley, who caught it about a foot from the ground and quickly put it onto Conway, who had made a slide, under orders from the coacher. “Out at third!” declared the umpire. A shout of joy arose from the little knot of Fardale boys. The score was tied at the end of the first inning, each side having obtained a tally. “You see, some one else can make the same kind of a mistake, Merriwell,” said Darrell, as he walked in to the bench. “I haven’t heard Roberts kicking at Conway.” “No one is kicking at you, Darrell,” replied Dick quietly. “It’s all right. You were doing your best, and that’s all any fellow can do.” Still Hal did not seem satisfied. In truth, strange though it is, he might have been better satisfied had Dick condemned his carelessness in getting put out in the first inning. Jolliby picked out his pet bat and was ready to take his place at the plate. “Don’t try any slugging, Chip,” advised Dick in a low tone. “Just go after a clean single, or be contented to take a base if you can get it.” The lanky boy walked into the batter’s box and was ready as Warren crouched behind the stick and gave the signal. Ware threw three balls in succession without tempting Jolliby to swing at one of them. “Got him in a hole, Chip!” exclaimed Barron Black. “Make him put it over!” Chip stood and watched two straight ones cut the plate. “I wonder if you will dud-dud-dud-do that again!” he stuttered, as he gripped his bat. “I can try it,” retorted Ware. Apparently the pitcher threw another straight one, but it was a sharp drop, and Chip missed. “That’s what a fuf-fuf-fuf-feller gits fer waiting!” he chattered, as he retired in deep disgust to the bench. “That’s playing the game,” asserted Dick. “Any batter who will swing at the ball after having three balls called by the umpire without any strikes doesn’t know his business.” “Well, if you’re sus-sus-satisfied,” said Chip, “I don’t sus-sus-sus-suppose I got any kuk-kuk-kuk-kick coming.” Bessie Dale was laughing. “You see how easy that was for Jack Ware,” she said. “He is just beginning to pitch now.” “Oh, he won’t keep that up,” said Zona. “He was careless. See those clouds in the west? I am afraid we’re going to have a shower before this game is over.” “Better pray for it to come before five innings are finished,” said Bessie. “If it doesn’t you will lose the game.” “You’re not ahead of us now.” “We will be pretty soon.”