“That was a mistake, Darrell,” he said. “You had a pretty two-bagger. Should have anchored fast at second.”
“Are you beginning to kick so soon?” retorted Darrell in a low tone.
He did not wait for a reply from Dick, but turned his back and sought his position.
“Oh, well! Oh, well!” cried Crockett. “One measly little run doesn’t count in this game. Here’s where we go after a dozen.”
“Dern my picter! I hope you git um!” cried Obediah Tubbs derisively. “We’ll stand round and watch yer while yer do it.”
“You see he did get a hit, Bessie!” triumphantly exclaimed Zona Desmond.
“Yes, and I saw him get out at third,” returned Zona’s cousin. “That was fine playing, wasn’t it! What do you think of it, Doris?”
“I am afraid he tried for too much,” confessed Doris.
But in her heart there was another fear, of which she whispered no suspicion.