Albertus T. Dudley, Making the Nine
“ It came whizzing past the shoulder of the unsuspecting Kleindienst, and landed safely in Sands’s mitt. Leisurely, as if there were no chance of error; easily, as if such plays were a matter of everyday practice; with a smile on his lips at the folly of those who feared for him and his team,—the Seaton captain stooped and tagged the first runner as he slid in, then stepped forward to meet the second, plunging at the heels of the first. The two astonished men were out on the throw to the plate, and it was still Seaton’s game! ”
