“Ugh! No see before,” answered Crowfoot, still smoking.
“Isn’t it fine?”
“Heap big noise. Ev’rybody yell lot; nobody get killed yet.”
Three times had Merriwell’s men reached third, but, by sharp work, the home team had kept them from scoring. Now, however, Morley was desperate, and he went among the men, urging them to win the game.
“You must win it!” he said. “Elrich loses five thousand and five hundred dollars if you don’t. He won’t back the team another day. We’ll have to disband.”
“We’d win if we could hit that devil in the box,” said Mahoney bitterly. “He’s the worst man we ever went up against, and we all know it now. You’ll never hear me tell anybody after this that there is no such thing as a double-shoot. Why, that fellow can throw regular corkscrew curves!”
Morley swore.
“You’re quitting!” he growled.
“Did you ever know me to quit?” asked Mahoney angrily.
“No, but——”