The discredited Ellis fouled out to Gas Hoffman and the head of the visitors’ list was thrown out, Despaigne to Wheelock, and the trouble was over for the moment. For Chenango, Billy White led off with a safety to left and went to second a minute later when first baseman let Ellis’ throw go past him. Hoffman hit to Ellis, the pitcher spearing the ball with his gloved hand and holding White at second. Wayne produced the third safety of the game by trickling a slow one down the first base line, sending White to third and putting himself on first. Despaigne hit to second baseman and the latter hurled to the plate, getting Billy White. Wayne took second and Despaigne was safe at first. Chase worried Ellis for a pass and the bases were full. Medfield howled gleefully as Hal Collins stepped to the plate, for a hit would tie up the game. But there were two down and Ellis tightened up, and, with two balls and one strike on him, Collins bit at a bad one and it came down into third baseman’s waiting hands just over the foul line. But that inning encouraged the Chenangos, for, as Joe Taylor said confidently, if they kept on hitting Ellis as they had been hitting him something was sure to break lose sooner or later. June, presiding at the bats and lording it a bit in his fine uniform, predicted ruin and desolation for the enemy in the fifth inning. “Ain’ nothin’ goin’ to happen till then,” he declared, looking wise and rolling his eyes, “but when it do happen it’s goin’ to happen, yes, sir! You min’ my words, gen’lemen!” June wasn’t far wrong, either, as things turned out, for nothing did happen until the fifth and even if that inning didn’t prove quite as disastrous to the enemy as he had predicted, why, perhaps, that wasn’t his fault.