In attempting to follow this advice, Brad missed twice. The delight of the visitors over this annoyed him. He set his teeth, and his eyes took on a steely gleam.
With all his strength the Texan cracked out a long high liner to left field, but it was caught.
“Three!” roared the Franklin crowd.
Buckhart had reached first, and he walked back, growling his disgust.
“This is now a most salubrious little game!” chuckled Wiley. “Why, these youngsters know how to play baseball! What’s the matter with you, Abe? What are you staring that way for?”
The hunchback drew closer to his companion on the bench.
“There’s a man over there who is watching me,” he answered.
“Over where?”
“Over there in that crowd. I saw him in front of the hotel.”
“Point him out.”