Frank Merriwell's brother

by Burt L. Standish

“Speed up!”

“But——” said Frank.

“No buts,” said Bart.

“Your hand.”

“I’ll hold them.”

“All right.”

Then they returned to their places.

“Down on the first one,” was the advice of the coacher near first. “With Davis on third, he’ll never throw to second.”

Frank sent in a swift in shoot, having compelled Croaker to keep close to first. Croaker, however, confident that Bart would not throw to second, scudded for the bag.

Hodge seemed to throw to Merriwell, and Frank put up his hands, as if to catch the ball, which had been thrown high.