He ran in under that dropping ball, held out his hands and gathered it in.
Dick smiled quietly, almost imperceptibly, while Dan strolled mournfully back to the bench.

Then Prescott turned, bent on annihilating his good old friend Darrin, if possible.

In great disgust, Dave struck out.

The look on the Navy fan's faces could be interpreted only as saying: "Oh, well, we don't need runs, anyway!" But when Hutchins struck out---one, two, three!---after as many offers, Navy faces began to look more grave.
"Hold 'em down, Navy---hold 'em down!" rang the appeal from Navy seats when the Army went to bat in the eighth.
Dick was first at bat now, with Greg on deck.

As Prescott swung the willow and eyed Darrin, there was "blood" in the Army pitcher's eyes.
Then Darrin gave a sudden gasp, for, at his first delivery, Dick sized up the ball, located it, and punched it.