sixth Clearfield added one more tally and the score stood 6 to 2. Neither side scored in the seventh.
For my part, I'd like to lower the curtain. Clearfield should have had that game. But it wasn't to be. Perhaps the home players were too certain. At all events, errors began to crop out at the most unfortunate times, and these, coupled with Tom Haley's erratic pitching, were the Purple's undoing. It was Captain Jones himself who booted an easy hit that might have been a double and instead of retiring the side in the first of the eighth, let two more runs cross the plate. Then Haley hit a batsman, donated a third base on balls and finally allowed a hard-slugging Norrisville man to slap out a two-bagger. When the worst was over the score was tied, and so it remained throughout the ninth inning and the tenth and the eleventh and the twelfth. And when that was over darkness had descended and eighteen very tired players heard with relief the umpire call the game. And several hundred spectators, rather stiff and chilly and hungry, went disappointedly home to supper.
"I knew mighty well," declared Fudge as he and Perry made their way through the twilight, "that we could never win with that line-up! You heard me tell Harry so, too, didn't you?"
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