They launched the craft, and laid out Elaine, with flowers about her, hastily plucked from the garden, and the play was all ready to go on, when Herbert's crowd came by, on the way to a baseball match. At the arresting sight of the Lily Maid of Astelot, they halted and demanded explanations. These were received with exclamations of derision and delight, so that the incensed leading lady rose from her barge, landed, and pursued them with the canoe paddle. They gave her a race to the baseball diamond, where they disarmed her by force, and forgot her. She sat down and watched their preparations. She heard their mighty oaths against the ninth man of the team, who hadn't "showed up." She offered to play, but they jeered at the idea. Herbert Hunter urged her acceptance as a sub, saying that they could throw her out when the regular fellow came. The game was new to Isabelle but she concentrated fiercely upon Herbert Hunter's orders. By happy accident when she came to bat, she shut her eyes, fanned the air, and knocked a home run. She sped around the bases like a "greased rabbit" as Herbert said. When it came to pitching, she did not star. "But she's got a loose arm; she could learn all right," her champion remarked. It was the proudest compliment of her life. The deserted "Idylls of the King" company came and sat at a safe distance and watched her, wide-eyed. Tommy Page rushed forward, shouting: "Let me play, Herbert." "Aw, get out of here, kid. We don't want any babies!" was the brief reply. "Isabelle's a baby!" howled Tommy. Now Isabelle happened to be toying with a bat when Tommy made this disparaging remark threatening to topple her off the dizzy height she had attained. She saw red! She made an infuriated rush upon him, and brought the bat down on his offending head. Tommy crumpled up like a paper doll. There was an awful moment of silence. "She's killed him," one of the boys whispered. Herbert tried to stand Tommy up, but his legs folded under him and his head fell back, so they laid him down again. Isabelle stood, rooted to the ground. Her terror had frozen her. "I'll call mama," cried Margie Hunter. "No, you won't. We must keep it from the police!" ordered her brother. A shudder went through Isabelle. "But if he's _dead_?" protested Teddy Horton. "Let's pour some water on him," suggested somebody. They all ran to get it, all except Herbert and Isabelle. He noted the anguish of her set face. "Never mind, Isabelle; maybe he's only a little bit dead," he comforted her. "Will we have to bury him?" she asked, through chattering teeth. "I suppose so--sometime." The others returned with a pail of water. They were for dumping it in one deluge upon poor Tommy, but Herbert prevented their drowning him. "That isn't the way, you nuts! You dribble it on him. Here, give it to me."