At any rate, but one of us is liable to be caught, and if it is Blossom it will leave us scarcely any worse off than before.

If it is myself, why, Blossom will be on third, we'll have one man out, and stand a good show of scoring once at least." Merriwell said this in a quiet manner, not at all as if he were trying to dictate, and Putnam made no reply.

However, he spoke to Blossom, who was picking out his bat.
"Look here, Uncle," he said, "I want you to get first base in some way.
Do you understand ?--in some way.

If you can't make a hit or get it on balls, get hit." Blossom made a wry face.
"Coulter's got speed to burn," he said, "but I'll try to get hit if he gives me an in, even though it kills me." "That's what I want," returned Old Put, grimly.

"Never mind if it does kill you.