“You vas oudt,” exclaimed Villum. “You vos hooked me aroundt vhere I down sit, und you thought it vos der pase, yes, no?” “Well, I’m jiggered!” gasped Smith. The crowd roared with laughter at this evidence of Villum’s playing, but it fell into somber silence once more as Fardale came to bat and O’Day struck out. Then Villum came up to the plate, and, in trying to hit the first ball over, he lost his balance and was hit himself. The umpire hesitated, then motioned him to first, and Olcott’s protest went unheeded. “Yaw!” triumphantly blatted the Dutch lad, as he trotted down. “I toldt you I’d dood it! Britty soon der ball vill hit Chip a home run vor, you pet me!” “Sacrifice, Clan,” ordered Merry quietly. “You can’t hope for a hit.” “Why not?” said Clancy, pausing as he was going forth. “Because we’re up against Southpaw Diggs. Bunt it.” The red-haired chap tried hard to obey, but failed. Villum went to second, however. Murray stood square on the base line, trying to block him off, and Villum arrived at about the same time as the ball. He flung himself straight at the sack and Murray went down amid a cloud of dust, from which the ball was seen to roll. Instantly Villum jumped up and went tearing toward third, regardless of Lowe’s orders to hold second. Murray pegged the ball down to Craven, but made a poor throw. It was a close decision, but Villum got the benefit of the doubt. “Bring him in, Chip,” said Clancy. For the second time, Merry faced his rival, and for the second time Green resorted to his wonderful spit ball. Once Chip fouled, and once struck in vain, then at the last instant he choked his bat and met the third ball for a bunt. The slippery ball twisted along toward first, and Merry sped after it like a deer. Green went for it, but Chip beat out the throw, and Villum was safe with the first run for Fardale. Harker fanned, and the inning was ended. “Well, that showed that they aren’t invulnerable, fellows,” said Merry cheerfully. “We’ll even up pretty soon!” “You’re the only one of us who has a hit so far,” said Billy Mac. “And that was a bad scratch,” chuckled Merry. “Well, go to it!” Craven, the dangerous third baseman, was again up. He could not solve the double shoot, however, and Merrell and Runge went down, also. Merry had repeated Green’s feat of retiring the side with nine pitched balls. As he walked in and met Billy, however, he shook his head doubtfully. “I’m using that ball too much,” he said, in a low voice. “I don’t want to use the jump unless I have to, but I can’t throw the double shoot all the time, Billy.” “Change arms, then.” “I have. Well, let’s see what happens.” Billy, Chester, and Lange went down in regular order to the smiling Green, although Lange managed to send up a pop fly that was gathered in by Murray. The sixth started with the heavy end up, and Ironton came out confidently.