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Rattleton’s heart was in his boots when he advanced to the plate, but he pretended to brace up. Batch worked the corners, and Harry bit at two bad ones. Then, in sheer despair, Rattleton slashed at a high one that was over his head, and hit it!

The ball was driven on a line between short and second, and Harry raced down to first. If he had been contented with that, all would have been well; but he tried to stretch a single into a two-bagger, and O’Grady, the left-fielder, who had secured the ball, threw to second.

When it was too late, Harry saw he could not reach second, and he tried to turn back. Then he was caught between bases.

“That’s what loses the game!” groaned Hodge, as he saw the opposing players get on the base-line to run Rattleton down.

Rattleton did his best to escape, while the players skilfully forced him back toward first, and then pinned him so that he could not dodge them. He was tagged with the ball, and the second man was out.

The crowd was delighted. They had expected a hot game, and they were getting their money’s worth.