So did the second, and a third man, and the bags were filled.
Maitland glanced appealingly at Dick.
The new batsman, at the second offer, drove a slow grounder.
Greg Holmes raced forward for it, like a deer.

As he caught it up there was no perceptible pause before he sent it straight into Maitland's hands, and the man headed for the plate was out.

But the three bags were again full.
Another Lehigh man hit one of Dick's drives, but only faintly with the edge of his bat, and he went out on a foul hit.
"Now, I'm going to strike this new man out," resolved Dick desperately, steeling nerves and muscles for the effort.
"Strike one!" called the umpire.

"Ball one! Ball two! Strike two! Strike three! Out!" It was over, and Lehigh, covered with chagrin, gave up the contest, while a pandemonium of Army cheers went loose.

Two to one! "Prescott, I guess you're our pitcher here-after" called Maitland hoarsely.