The crowd was now on its feet yelling and cheering at the top of its lungs and throwing caps and banners into the air, and while the left fielder was chasing madly after the bounding ball, the three men on bases came in one after another, followed swiftly by the panting and blowing Rover boy. "Hi! Hi! Hi! What do you know about that! Four runs!" "That's the way to do it, Colby! Keep it up!" "You've got the Longley pitcher going!" cried Spouter at the top of his lungs. "Give us a few more home runs! They'll be easy!" "Take Flanders out!" said one of the Academy boys in disgust. "He's beginning to weaken." While the din and excitement continued the Academy captain went up to talk to the pitcher. "Don't you think we had better make a change, Tommy?" he questioned anxiously. "No, I don't!" roared Flanders angrily. "That home run was a fluke, that's all. I'll hold 'em down, you wait and see." There were wild cries to change the pitcher on the part of the Longley students, while the military academy cadets yelled themselves hoarse telling their nine to "bat Flanders out of the box." Walt Baxter was now up, and managed to get to second. Then came Jack with a single that took him safely to first and advanced Walt to third. "Say, Tommy, you'd better give it up," whispered the Longley captain, as he came to the box. "I'll hold 'em! Just give me one chance more," answered Flanders desperately. And then came the real break. The next player up got what would have been a two-base hit, but the ball was fumbled, and as a consequence the man got home, chasing the other two runners in ahead of him. "Hurrah! What do you know about that! Seven runs!" "That's the way to do it! Hurrah for Colby Hall!" "You've got 'em a-going, boys, give it to 'em good and plenty!" The excitement was now greater than ever, and all, including the girls from Clearwater Hall, were shouting themselves hoarse, tooting tin horns, shaking rattles, and throwing caps and other things into the air. "Take him out! Take Flanders out!" "Out with Flanders! Out with him!" "He should have been taken out before!" "All right--finish the game without me!" roared Tommy Flanders in disgust, and, throwing down the ball, he strode from the field and into one of the dressing-rooms. "Gee, but he's sore!" was Randy's comment. "That ought to take some of the conceit out of him," added Andy. The new pitcher was a left-hander who had rather a puzzling delivery, and he managed to retire the side without any more runs, so that at the end of the eighth inning the score stood 7 to 2 in favor of Colby Hall. "Now then, pull yourselves together," ordered the Longley captain, when his side came up to the bat for the last time.