His last words were addressed to Burnett, who was first at the bat in the ending of the eighth inning. But Alfred evidently did not see his way clear, for he struck out. “Oh, pshaw, let me show you,” cried Percy Randall cheerfully, as he took his position. Percy was as good as his word, and at the second ball pitched, placed it nicely over the short stop’s head, reaching first base in safety. This was Percy’s first chance and we immediately learned his value. He followed Ray’s instructions by performing two successive feats of reckless base running such as I had never in my life seen before. At the very first ball he was off for second base. The catcher threw straight and true, but Percy hurled himself forward head first, and slid into the base safely. Hastily picking himself up and without stopping to dust himself off, he started off at the next ball, and dashed for third base. Again the catcher threw straight, but, by another brilliant slide, Percy reached third. This took the Halford men by storm. They had never seen anything quite like Percy’s impudence, and the success of it staggered them. I was at the bat and waiting for a good ball, but the pitcher disconcerted by Percy’s feat, gave me my base on balls. At the next ball I ran down to second, the catcher not daring to throw it down for fear of letting Percy in home. Holland, who was at the bat, noticed that the pitcher was unsettled, and coolly waited for two strikes to be called. The pitcher continued to throw wild, and, as a result, Holland was given his base on balls. This left us with a runner on each base, and only one man out. Ray Wendell then came to the bat and looked calmly at the situation. “Now, Ray,” I said to myself, “you told _us_ what to do. Now show us _how_. Practice what you’ve preached, my boy, and the day is saved.” Ray planted himself firmly, and waited for a good ball. The pitcher, knowing well that if he gave Ray also his base on balls, it would force us all around, and bring Percy home, was careful to put the ball straight over the plate. “One strike,” called the umpire. The pitcher hurled another ball almost exactly in the same spot. “Hit it! Hit it!” I exclaimed in a whisper. Ray’s bat flashed in the air. Crack! came a report that sounded over the whole field. The ball shot over my head like lightning, about ten feet above the ground, landing safely between left and center field, and rolled on――on――on, while the two fielders ran desperately after it, and Percy, I, Holland, and lastly, Ray himself, dashed around in home, _making four runs in all_. We were wild with joy, the other fellows receiving us with open arms. The grand stand greeted the play with some applause, and, considering the loss it brought to their friends in the field, we appreciated greatly their generosity. Ray’s hit was a long and hard one, and he could almost have walked around before the fielders reached the ball.