He felt that he must get home some way.
Danny Griswold came to the bat.
"Get me home some way, Danny," urged Frank.
The little shortstop said not a word, but there was determination in his eyes.

He grasped his stick firmly and prayed for one of his favorite high balls.
But Peck kept them low on Danny, who took a strike, and then was pulled on a bad one.
With two strikes on him and only one ball, the case looked desperate for Danny.

Still he did not lose his nerve.

He did not think he could not hit the ball, but he made himself believe that he was bound to hit it.

To himself he kept saying: "I'll meet it next time--I'll meet it sure." He knew the folly of trying to kill the ball in such a case, and so when he did swing, his only attempt was to meet it squarely.