They passed over the plank, and the gloom on shore soon hid them from June’s eyes.
CHAPTER X.
PERSISTENT CHESTER.
Spr-rr-rr-rr—crash!
“Hooray! A strike!”
“That does it!”
It was a rainy afternoon, and the members of the team were putting in the usual hour for the baseball practice in the gymnasium.
Darrell, Jolliby, Tubbs, and Merriwell were just finishing a bowling match on the new alleys, Dick and Obediah being matched against Hal and Chip.
Up to the last frame it had seemed as if Darrell and Jolliby were the winners. It looked like a forlorn hope when Merriwell took his place to bowl for the last time, as he needed eighteen pins to tie and nineteen to win. Nothing but a spare or a strike could save him. With a spare, his chance of getting nine pins on the last bowl would be very slim.
This being the situation, there was great excitement when Dick sent his first ball curving into the pins, striking number one quarteringly, and raking down the whole bunch.
“Dern my picter!” palpitated Obediah Tubbs, his eyes bulging.