“Start her up, Crock! Start her up, old boy! Start her up!” cried Roberts, as the first Fairport batter walked out.
“Show us ’ow you do it,” invited Billy Bradley.
“Dern my picter! I am afraid of that dozen runs they are going to git!” piped Obediah Tubbs.
“Put it over, captain, old boy, and see what they will do with it,” urged Bob Singleton.
“Let her sis-sis-sis-sizz!” chattered Jolliby, as he reached centre field. “We’re all watching yer!”
“Put her into the old pocket, pard!” rumbled Buckhart, holding up his big mitt behind the bat.
Dick began with a speedy one, close to Crockett’s knees.
“One ball!” called the umpire.
“What are you trying to do?” muttered Crockett. “Trying to take my props off?”
“Wee! wee!” squeaked Obediah Tubbs, prancing around like a baby elephant. “Near skinned him of his kneecaps that time!”