“Here, give somebody else a chance, Welch,” called Captain Emery. “Let’s see if the freshman is invincible. Come on, Henderson, show us what you can do.”
Pumper turned and savagely flung his bat toward the pile lying near the bench. Even Towne joined in the chaffing that was tossed after him as he retired from the plate.
CHAPTER XXXI.
THE GREAT REBELLION.
Two of the pitchers, Sweet and Keene, were now behind Cranch, watching the freshman’s curves.
“I don’t see that he has anything in particular, do you?” muttered Swett.
“Nothing remarkable,” said Keene.
“He has good control for one thing,” observed Cranch. “He can put the ball just where he wants to.”
“I don’t know,” came from Swett. “He doesn’t put them all over.”
“He doesn’t want to.”
“Most pitchers try to in batting practice.”