In addition to pitching, Dick had to watch first and third bases, in which situation Dave Darrin, with great impudence and coolness, stole second in between two throws.
On the faces of the Army fans, by this time, anxiety was written in large letters.

They had heard much about the Navy battery, but not of its base-running qualities.
It was little Hutchins now again at the bat.

His last time there he had been struck out without trouble.
"But, it never does to be too positive that a fellow is a duffer," mused Prescott grimly, as he gripped the leather.
Just when little Hutchins seemed on the point of going to pieces he misjudged one of Dick's puts so completely that he struck it, by accident, a fearful crack.

A cloud of dust marked the limits of the diamond, while the air was filled with yells and howls.
When the dust cleared and the howls had subsided it was found that Dalzell had loped in across the home plate, Darrin had come along more swiftly and was in, while Hutchins touched the second base an instant after the ball had nestled in Greg Holmes's Army mitt.
It mattered little that Earl, who came next to bat, struck out.
The Navy had pulled in two runs---the only runs scored so far! In the other half the Army nine secured nothing.
In the fifth neither team scored.

In the sixth the Navy scored one more run.