“On the contrary, I am wondering how much you get.”
“You play ball!” was the angry command. “You’re getting all that’s coming to you!”
“Look here, Madison,” said Dick; “you’re in a position where you can see. I want you to watch this business.”
“Oh, don’t insinuate!” retorted Madison. “Isn’t this your own umpire?”
“Selected at your special request,” reminded Dick. “I don’t forget that!”
“You play ball!” again commanded the umpire. “You’re delaying the game, and I shall call strikes on you.”
Immediately Dick sent a straight speedy one over the plate, about waist high. The umpire was compelled to declare it a strike. Merriwell followed it by another in the same place.
“Two strikes!” said the umpire, after a moment’s hesitation.
“Strike him out, Merriwell!” shouted the cadets.
Dick whistled the next ball straight over, just a little lower than the batter’s shoulders. The batter crouched and let it pass.