“One strike!”
Behind Ware the visitors chattered away like a flock of magpies.
“Keep him fanning, old boy!”
“Put ’em right over!”
“He can’t touch you!”
“He’s fruit! He’s fruit!”
“Got your speed to-day, Jack!”
“Oh, what fancy work!”
Ware worked carefully with Black until three balls and two strikes were called. Suddenly he delivered that big out-rise, and, believing it was a straight ball, Barron made the mistake of swinging for it.
“You’re out!” declared the umpire, as the ball plunked into Warren’s mitt.