Tug signalled for an in-shoot. He wound himself up and let fly. Butcher Stevens flung himself from the plate, Moffat threw up his mitt in sudden fear. The ball caromed off and went frolicking past the back-stop. "Strike one!" Tug, puzzled and apprehensive, came up for a consultation. "Gee! Snorky, give me warning! What do you think I am--a Statue of Liberty?" "Charley wants me to let myself out. I'll slow down on the third strike," he said loftily. "Let the others go if you want." Tug, like a Roman gladiator, with undying resolve, squatted back of the plate and signalled for an out. No use; no mit of his could ever stop the frightful velocity of that shoot. "Stri-ike two!" "Now ease up a bit," cautioned De Soto. He sent a floating out-drop that seemed headed for Butcher Stevens's head, and finally settled gently over the plate at the waist-line. "Striker out!" Moffat no longer tried to hold him, admitting himself outclassed by the blinding speed of ins and outs, jump balls, and cross fire that Snorky hurled unerringly across the plate. The Red Dog and Flea Obie, plainly unnerved, died like babes in their tracks. Five strike-outs in two innings! Then De Soto spoke. "Here, Snorky, you get out of this!" A cry of protest came from the Woodhull. "Yell all you like," said De Soto; "Snorky is going with me where he belongs." And, to the amazement of the two houses, he drew his arm under Snorky's and marched him right over to the 'varsity diamond. How the school buzzed and chattered about the phenomenal rise of the new pitcher! He saw himself pitching wonderful curves to burly "Cap" Kiefer, the veteran back-stop, built like a mastodon, who had all he could do to hold those frightful balls. He saw the crowds of boys, six deep, who stood reverentially between times to watch the amazing curves. He heard pleasurably the chorus of "Ahs!" and "Ohs!" and "Gees!" which followed each delivery. Then suddenly he was in the box on the great, clean diamond, with the eyes of hundreds of boys fastened prayerfully on him, and the orange-and-black stripes of a Princeton 'varsity man facing him at the plate. To beat the Princeton 'varsity--what a goal!