One after another men walked to bases on called balls, until all of the bags were occupied.
Suddenly Kennedy, after taking a twist on the ball, signaled Maitland.
The captain turned the umpire and spoke.
"Kennedy's old trick! He's gone stale and Tatham is down at hospital," passed from mouth to mouth among the home rooters.

"Now, what's left for us ?" After a brief conversation with the umpire Maitland signaled.
Dick Prescott came bounding in from second, to receive the ball from Kennedy, while Ebbett was seen racing out to second.
"Play ball!" called the umpire crisply.
"Oh, pshaw!" called one of the cadets.

"In training season Prescott tried for pitcher and the coaches turned him down.

Now we're done for today!" Spirits were gloomy among the West Point rooters.

Yet, within a few moments, they sat up, taking notice.
Dick, with his nerves a-tingle, his eye keen, measured up the Lehigh batsman and sent in one of his old-time, famous Gridley spit-balls.