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The score was tied. Corrigan was on first. Dorrity ran in from the coaching-lines and got a bat.
“Score on my hit!” he cried.
Frank gave him a drop, and he let it pass. Then Merry tried a high one, and Dorrity drove it along the ground. The ball went to Carson, struck Berlin’s feet, and flew away off to one side. Ready raced for it, got it, and, in spite of Frank’s warning cry, overthrew to first.
Corrigan came on to third while Browning was after the ball. Bruce got it, and fancied he could nail Corrigan before the runner could make third. In his great haste he threw wild, also, which let Corrigan come home with the winning run.
Merriwell was defeated. And the defeat was due mainly to the ragged support given him by his team.
CHAPTER V.
FRANK’S CHALLENGE.
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“My poor heart is broken!” sighed Jack Ready, as Merriwell’s team gathered in Frank’s room at one of the leading hotels in the city. “Alas and alack!”
“It was ‘alack’ of something, else we’d won,” said Merry.
“A lack of ball-playing,” growled Hodge. “We played like a lot of wood-choppers.”