“Well, I’m going out and look for an officer. I’m going to see if there’s no way to keep the peace here.” “It would take twenty officers to quell this mob,” said Hodge. “One man couldn’t do a thing.” Nevertheless Henry Duncan went forth in search of the local deputy sheriff, only to find that the officer was not in town. Later it was learned that he had been advised to get out of Maplewood and remain away until after the game was over. Lumley, the batter who followed Halligan, tried hard to imitate the example of his predecessor in hitting, but drove a grounder to Obediah Tubbs, who gathered it up cleanly and whistled it to Singleton for an “out” that could not be disputed. Nevertheless, the hoodlums howled at Obediah, big Bob, and the umpire. They climbed over the ropes and crowded close to the base line on both sides of the field. In vain the umpire ordered them back. Dillard obtained a scratch hit and reached first while Halligan took third. Farrell lifted a fly to Jolliby, on which Halligan scored. With two men out, Garvin put up a ball that big Bob easily got under near first base. Just as the ball struck in Singleton’s hands two of the spectators rushed at him and upset him. They were not quick enough to keep him from making the catch, and the big first baseman held fast to the ball as he went down. He sprang up instantly and held the ball in his hand as he turned toward his assailant, who had retreated beyond the base line. The umpire’s decision that Garvin was out was greeted with howls of angry disapproval by the hoodlums. Maplewood had secured four scores in the first inning through trickery and the disreputable behavior of the crowd. As the islanders came into their bench they were mocked and jeered and insulted in a manner that infuriated Buckhart, who was restrained with difficulty from retorting. Merriwell was the first batter, and he sent a hot one to Connor, who fumbled it and made a scramble to pick it up. Dick might have crossed first in safely with perfect ease, but as he ran down the base line one of the thugs stepped forward, thrust out a foot and tripped him. Before the captain of the islanders could recover Connor had secured the ball and thrown it across the diamond to Hunston. “I swear I’ll stand no more of this!” snarled Buckhart, as he started up from the bench. “I’m going to put my brand on somebody if the whole herd stampedes over me!” Dick seized him by the arm and checked him, pointing toward the gate. “Who are those men?” he asked. Through the gate came a broad-shouldered chap, and following him there appeared twenty more burly individuals. They were dressed in rough, working clothes, and every man had his coat off and his shirt sleeves rolled up. The Texan uttered a cry of grim satisfaction and delight. “Brick McLane, by all that’s lucky!” he shouted. “Those men with him are stonecutters from the island. There’ll be something doing now.”