Merry did, and again he fanned.
The third one was a slow drop that dragged him, and he did not hit it. Frank had struck out his first man.
Park was not much of a hitter, and Merry found him easy, striking him out quite as easy as he had Mahoney.
“Those are the weak men!” cried somebody. “Now, let’s see you do it to Jones.”
Being thus invited, Frank sent in his prettiest double-shoot, and Jones missed the first one.
“Hello!” muttered Jones, as he gripped the bat. “That was a queer one. If I didn’t know better, I should say——”
He did not mutter what he should say, for Frank was ready and another came buzzing past, only the curves were reversed.
Again Jones bit at it and failed to connect.
“Two strikes!” called the umpire.
“Oh, he’s doing it now!” breathed Dick Merriwell, in delight.