Then he threw one of his high ones, which dropped like a flash and shot down past the batter’s shoulders. Madison fancied it would pass higher than his head and made no move to strike at it.
“You’re out!” squealed Obediah Tubbs, whose turn it was to umpire behind the pitcher.
“What’s the matter with you?” burst from Madison. “That was higher than my head! Give us a show, will you?”
“Dern your picter, you’re out!” piped Obed excitedly.
“Do you see that?” demanded Madison, shaking his finger at the Franklin umpire. “Now you want to even up for that! Your turn comes the next inning!”
At this the cadets uttered a derisive groan.
Madison was filled with rage as he took his seat on the bench.
Jarley quickly put an end to Franklin’s chance in the eighth inning by swinging at the first ball and lifting it into the air for Merriwell to capture when it came down. The score remained unchanged.
“Get after them, Black,” urged Dick, in a low tone, as Barron walked out.
Black said not a word, but picked out a good one and hit it hard, but Tipton made a marvelous stop and threw Black out at first.