The batter swung wildly at the first two pitches and missed each time. The next one was low, and he let it go by, then hit a grounder to the first baseman, who dropped it, flailed about for it wildly, and recovered it in time to see Danny Saunders cross the plate. The first baseman stood there for a moment, drenched in shame, then tossed the ball to Schwartzie. I saw Mr Galanter standing near third base, wiping his forehead. The yeshiva team had gone wild again, and they were all trying to get to Danny Saunders and shake his hand. I saw the rabbi smile broadly, then look down at his book and resume reading.

Sidney Goldberg came over to me. 'What did Saunders tell you?' he asked.

'He said they were going to kill us apikorsim this afternoon.'

He stared at me. 'Those are nice people, those yeshiva people,' he said, and walked slowly back to his position.

The next batter hit a long fly ball to right field. It was caught on the run.

'Hooray for us,' Sidney Goldberg said grimly as we headed off the field. 'Any longer and they'd be asking us to join them for the Mincha Service.'

'Not us,' I said. 'We're not holy enough.'

'Where did they learn to hit like that?'

'Who knows?' I said.

We were standing near the wire screen, forming a tight circle around Mr Galanter.

'Only two runs,' Mr Galanter said, smashing his right fist into his left hand. 'And they hit us with all they had. Now we give them our heavy artillery. Now we barrage them!' I saw that he looked relieved but that he was still sweating. His skull-cap seemed pasted to his head with sweat. 'Okay!' he said. 'Fire away!'

The circle broke up, and Sidney Goldberg walked to the plate, carrying a bat. I saw the rabbi was still sitting on the bench, reading. I started to walk around behind him to see what hook it was, when Davey Cantor came over, his hands in his pockets, his eyes still gloomy.

'Well?' he asked.

'Well what?' I said.

'I told you they could hit.'

'So you told me. So what?' I was in no mood for his feelings of doom, and I let my voice show it.

He sensed my annoyance. 'I wasn't bragging or anything,' he said, looking hurt. 'I just wanted to know what you thought.'

'They can hit,' I said.

'They're murderers,' he said.

I watched Sidney Goldberg let a strike go by and said nothing. 'How's your hand?' Davey Cantor asked.

'I scraped it.'

'He ran into you real hard.'

'Who is he?'

'Dov Shlomowitz,' Davey Cantor said. 'Like his name, that's what he is,' he added in Hebrew. 'Dov' is the Hebrew word for bear.

'Was I blocking him?'

Davey Cantor shrugged. 'You were and you weren't. The ump could've called it either way.'.

'He felt like a truck,' I said, watching Sidney Goldberg step back from a close pitch.

'You should see his father. He's one of Reb Saunders' shamashim. Some bodyguard he makes.'

'Reb Saunders has bodyguards?'

'Sure he has bodyguards,' Davey Cantor said. 'They protect him from his own popularity. Where've you been living all these years?'

'I don't have anything to do with them.'

'You're not missing a thing, Reuven.'

'How do you know so much about Reb Saunders?'

'My father gives him contributions.'

'Well, good for your father,' I said.

'He doesn't pray there or anything. He just gives him contributions.'

'You're on the wrong team.'

'No, I'm not, Reuven. Don't be like that.' He was looking very hurt. 'My father isn't a Hasid or anything. He just gives them some money a couple times a year.'

'I was only kidding, Davey.' I grinned at him. 'Don't be so serious about everything.'

I saw his face break into a happy smile, and just then Sidney Goldberg hit a fast, low grounder and raced off to first. The ball went right through the legs of the shortstop and into center field. 'Hold it at first!' Mr Galanter screamed at him, and Sidney stopped at first and stood on the base.

The ball had been tossed quickly to second base. The second baseman looked over toward first, then threw the ball to the pitcher. The rabbi glanced up from the book for a moment, then went back to his reading.

'Malter, coach him at first!' Mr Galanter shouted, and I ran up the base line.

'They can hit, but they can't field,' Sidney Goldberg said, grinning at me as I came to a stop alongside the base. 'Davey Cantor says they're murderers,' I said.

'Old gloom-and-gloom Davey,' Sidney Goldberg said, grinning. Danny Saunders was standing away from the base, making a point of ignoring us both.

The next batter hit a 'high fly to the second baseman, who caught it, dropped it, retrieved it, and made a wild attempt at tagging Sidney Goldberg as he raced past him to second.

'Safe all around!' the umpire called, and our team burst out with shouts of joy. Mr Galanter was smiling. The rabbi continued reading, and I saw that he was now slowly moving the upper part of his body back and forth.

'Keep your eyes open, Sidney!' I shouted from alongside first base. I saw Danny Saunders look at me, then look away. Some murderers, I thought. Shleppers is more like it.

'If it's on the ground run like hell: I said to the batter who had just come onto first base, and he nodded at me. He was our third baseman, and he was about my size.

'If they keep fielding like that we'll be here till tomorrow,' he said, and I grinned at him.

I saw Mr Galanter talking to the next batter, who was nodding his head vigorously. He stepped to the plate, hit a hard grounder to the pitcher, who fumbled it for a moment then threw it to first. I saw Danny Saunders stretch for it and stop it.

'Out!' the umpire called. 'Safe on second and third!'

As I ran up to the plate to bat, I almost laughed aloud at the pitcher's stupidity. He had thrown it to first rather than third, and now we had Sidney Goldberg on third, and a man on second. I hit a grounder to the shortstop and instead of throwing it to second he threw it to first, wildly, and again Danny Saunders stretched and stopped the ball. But I beat the throw and heard the umpire call out, 'Safe all around! One in!' And everyone on our team was patting Sidney Goldberg on the back. Mr Galanter smiled broadly.

'Hello again,' I said to Danny Saunders, who was standing near me, guarding his base. 'Been rubbing your tzitzit lately?'

He looked at me, then looked slowly away, his face expressionless.

Schwartzie was at the plate, swinging his bat.

'Keep you eyes open!' I shouted to the runner on third. He looked too eager to head for home. 'It's only one out!'.

He waved a hand at me.

Schwartzie took two balls and a strike, then I saw him begin to pivot on the fourth pitch. The runner on third started for home. He was almost halfway down the base line when the bat sent the ball in a hard line drive straight to the third baseman, the short, thin boy with the spectacles and the old man's face, who had stood hugging the base and who now caught the ball more with his stomach than with his glove, managed somehow to hold on to it, and stood there, looking bewildered and astonished.

I returned to first and saw our player who had been on third and who was now halfway to home plate turn sharply and start a panicky race back.

'Step on the base!' Danny Saunders screamed in Yiddish across the field, and more out of obedience than awareness the third baseman put a foot on the base.

The yeshiva team howled its happiness and raced off the field.

Danny Saunders looked at me, started to say something, stopped, then walked quickly away.

I saw Mr Galanter going back up the third-base line, his face grim. The rabbi was looking up from his book and smiling.

I took up my position near second base, and Sidney Goldberg came over to me.

'Why'd he have to take off like that?' he asked.