We are after scores, and a life or two is of small consequence." "That's a pleasant way of looking at it," muttered Blossom as he advanced to the plate.

"Here goes nothing!" The very first ball was an inshoot, and Blossom pretended to dodge and slip.

The ball took him in the side and keeled him over instantly.

He was given a little water, whereupon he got up and trotted down to first, his hand clinging to his side, but grinning a bit in a sly way.
There was a brief discussion about giving Blossom a runner, but when one was chosen who could not run as well as he could himself, he suddenly found himself in condition to get along all right.
Merriwell took his place at the bat, having selected a bat that was a trifle over regulation length, if anything.
Frank saw a hole in right field, and he hoped to be able to place a hit right there.

If he could do it, there was a chance for Blossom to get around to third on a single.
Coulter knew nothing of Merriwell's batting, so he was forced to experiment on the man.