"Hamilton's going to play," said Dutton. "Oh, what a score they'll roll up against us! They'll knock all their balls at him, and he'll miss them. What were you saying about Hamilton?" he went on, turning to Glen. "This is tough luck, though!" "Hamilton has lost all his money!" cried Glen, and his tone seemed to show that he relished the news. "No!" "Fact. His uncle told me," and Glen related the story he had received from Mr. Larabee. Dutton was greatly surprised, and so were several other cadets who overheard what Glen had said. But there was little time to speculate on it, as the game was under way again. Whether it was Dick's presence at shortstop, or because the other players on his team braced up, was not evident. At any rate, Mooretown was held down to a goose egg in that inning, and when it came the turn of Kentfield to show what the nine could do in the ending of the seventh inning, there were three runs to the credit of the cadets, Dick having made one. "The score is six to eight!" murmured Glen to Dutton. "Hamilton isn't doing so bad." "No, but he would if he knew all his money was gone, I guess." "Maybe we ought to tell him," suggested the sporty student. "I wish I could," murmured Dutton. The game went on fiercely. It was nip and tuck all the while now, for Kentfield's chances had improved wonderfully, and they were fighting hard to win. In the eighth inning neither side scored. There was an anxious look on the faces of all the players as the ninth opened. Mooretown could afford to smile, however, as she was still two runs ahead. At first it looked as if she would pile up several more tallies on this score, for the Kentfield pitcher gave two men their bases on balls, and the next man got to first on an easy fly. A heavy hitter was up next, and at the first crack he sent a "hot liner" straight at Dick. Our hero did not flinch, though the impact was terrific. He caught the ball squarely, and the batter was out. Then, by a neat double play, Dick and the third baseman put out another man who was trying to steal home. The next batter struck out, retiring Mooretown without a run, but still leaving them two ahead. "Now, fellows, we must show them what we're made of!" cried the captain. "We want three runs this inning!" Captain Rutledge did his share by getting one, and another was brought in by a narrow margin, tying the score. "One to win!" cried the coach. "Hamilton up!" announced the score keeper. "And two out!" added Dutton to Glen. "He can never do it. We're dumped already." Dick took his place at the plate. It was a trying ordeal for a substitute player, and the eyes of all the spectators were upon him. The result of the game, in a great measure, depended on him. If he did not get the winning run, it meant that the game would go another inning, and the chances of Kentfield would not be improved. For their pitcher's arm was going "back on him," and Mooretown's man was still good for much twirling.