It was a bunt, but Navy's shortstop simply couldn't reach it in time to pick it up without the slightest fumble.

That delay brought Lanton home and over the plate.
How the plain resounded with cheers! For now the Army led by a single run, and Tyrrell was safe at first.
Jackson up, with Beckwith on deck.

There was hope of further scoring.
Yet no keen disappointment was felt when Jackson struck out.
In from pasture trooped the Navy men, eager to retrieve all in the ninth.
"Fit to stay in the box, old ramrod ?" anxiously asked "Durry," as the nines changed.
"Surely," nodded Dick.
"Don't stick it out, unless you know you can do the trick," insisted the Army captain earnestly.
"I'm just in feather!" smiled Dick.
Greg, too, had been a bit anxious; but when the first ball over the plate stung his one unmitted hand, Holmes concluded that Prescott did not need to be helped out of the box just at that time.
Then followed something which came so fast that the spectators all but rubbed their eyes.
One after another Dick Prescott struck out three Navy batsmen.
Greg Holmes made this splendid work perfect by not letting anything pass him.
That wound up the game, for Navy had not scored in the ninth, and the rules forbade the Army nine to go again to bat to increase a score that already stood at four to three.
Instantly the Academy band broke loose.

Yet above it all dinned the cheers of the greater part of the nine thousand spectators present.
As soon as the band stopped the corps yell rose, with the names of Durville, Prescott and Holmes, and of Carter whose batting luck had played such a part in the eighth.
But, by the time that the corps yell rose the Army nine was nearly off the field.
"Listen to the good noise, old ramrod," glowed Greg.
"It's the last time we'll ever hear the corps yell for any work we do in West Point athletics," went on Greg mournfully.
"I know it," sighed Dick.

"If we ever hear cheers for us again, we'll have to win the noise by a gallant charge, or something like that." "In the Army," replied Greg, choking somewhat.
"Yes; in the good old Army," went on Dick, his eyes kindling.
"I don't feel any uneasiness about getting through the final exams.now.