In the sixth inning there came a break. But this could not be called Jack's fault. The first Longley player up, a chap named Mason, managed to dribble the ball toward third, and before either the baseman or the shortstop could send it over he had reached first. Then, on a wild throw to second, the runner not only covered that bag, but went on and slid in to third. "Now we've got 'em a-going, fellows!" was the Longley yell. "Right you are!" "Nobody out, and a man on third! This is the time we wipe up the diamond with them! Everybody on the job!" The next player went out on a pop fly. Then came Tommy Flanders, who did his best to line out a single. This was stopped by the second baseman, who, however, threw the ball to the home plate, thus cutting off the possibility of a run. "Hurrah! Two men on base, and only one out!" "Here is where Longley does some big scoring!" "Jack, are you sure you can hold 'em?" Gif questioned anxiously, as he came up to the pitcher. "I'll do it or die in the attempt," was the answer, and Jack gritted his teeth. It was certainly a trying situation, but the young pitcher refused to allow his nerves to get the better of him. He gave a signal to the backstop, and then sent in an outcurve, which the batter swung at in vain. Then he sent in a straight ball, following this by another outcurve, and almost before he knew it the batter was struck out. "Hurrah!" came from Spouter Powell. "That's the way to do it! Two men out! Now for the third man!" The Longley player to come up was one of their best batsmen, and Jack realized that to give him anything like a good ball to hit would be fatal, so he fed the man nothing but those which were high and wide. As a consequence the fellow had two strikes called on him and four balls, and took his base, moving Flanders to second. "Hurrah! Three men on base!" was the Longley yell. "Now, then, Simmons, bring 'em all in!" Simmons came forward with a do-or-die expression on his face. He had one strike called on him, and then knocked a low one toward centerfield. At once he started for first, while the fellow on third dashed forward for the home plate. The ball was gathered in as quickly as possible, and the runner from first to second was put out. But the runner from third had come in just before. "Hurrah! That's one run, anyhow!" shouted the Longley supporters. "I told you we could do it," said Tommy Flanders. He was glad of the run, yet tremendously chagrined to think that he had not been permitted to score. "Now we've got to tie that score or better," said Gif, when the Colby Hall boys came to the bat. All of those who came up, including Fred and Jack, did their best, but were unable to get further than first or second. "Hurrah! That's the stuff!" cried Pete Stevens. "Let us hold 'em down to a whitewash!" "Sure I'll hold 'em down!" boasted Tommy Flanders. "Not a one of 'em are going to see the home plate off of me to-day."