“Cheer, fellows, cheer!” entreated Durant.
Lawrence was obedient, but desisted long enough to say to Edward, “Now it’s up to the weak bunch again; I guess nothing but a miracle will bring Bell home.”
Pollock was not a miracle exactly, but he hit a grounder that Wells, the St. John’s third baseman, had to run for. Wells picked it up cleanly, and then hurled it high over the first baseman’s head, and while St. Timothy’s went wild over this unexpected and unmerited gift and while St. John’s stood aghast. Bell came all the way home. With Pollock on second, Butler struck out; the seventh inning was ended and the score was two to two.
In the eighth inning neither side got a man to first base.
The ninth inning opened most disastrously for St. Timothy’s. Wells, the St. John’s third baseman, who had made the costly wild throw, came to the bat eager to redeem himself. He made a clean hit into right field; it should have been good for only one base, but the wretched Slade let the ball go between his
