Dick Merriwell caught his breath, and watched with still greater interest.
“Fooled me that time,” said Jack. “Put ’em over now, and I’ll drive out a three-bagger.”
“What is a three-bagger, Dick?” asked Felicia, who had found his side again.
“I don’t know,” he was forced to admit.
“You did catch the ball, didn’t you?” she said proudly.
“Yes,” was all he answered.
“But it wasn’t near so high as they knocked it before.”
Dick shrugged his shoulders, declaring:
“If I had some practise, I could catch it just as high as anybody.”
“But it must be dangerous. You won’t do it, will you, Dick?”