The ugly bat gave up, and went into the underbrush.

A fellow is hit, his bat goes down, and he's off like a thoroughbred in the starting gate.

But smoking was obviously kosher as far as this old bat went.

He was such a pretty bat, always went in first wicket down.

The bats came down, yes, out of the roof, somewhere in the dark, and went past us into the air.

He stretched out his hands again, determined to explore this place, to find out where the bats came and went.

Next morning, as soon as the bats went away, he formed line of battle but did nothing else.

But their bats have gone silent against the Yankees, who held them without a run for the first 17 innings of the series.

So the bats went to the birds, and offered to play on their side, instead.

"No one saw that particular bat go from one hand to another to another."