“Here’s where they make a hundred!” he muttered in Preston’s ear. “They are onto little Chet at last, and he will never stop them.”
“It begins to look that way,” confessed Fred. “Wait a minute and you will see Merriwell take Arlington out.”
“He’s a fool if he does!” declared Hec. “This game isn’t important, and this is Merriwell’s opportunity to let Arlington stay in and get his bumps.”
June Arlington had grown pale, for she realized the danger, and it was with difficulty she repressed her agitation.
“Why don’t they catch those balls?” exclaimed Zona Desmond.
“They can’t,” asserted Doris.
“I don’t believe they’re trying,” declared Zona. “They are jealous because Chester is pitching so well, and they don’t want to catch them. What do you think, June?”
“I am afraid Dick will have to go in to save the game,” confessed June.
“Nonsense!” cried Zona, tossing her head. “How can he save it?”
“He might stop that hitting.”