He walked back into town, and, on the corner near Wiley's market, he met McDornick and Cogern, who were in their ball suits. He paused to chat with them a moment.
"We'll have a mob up from Rockland this afternoon," said Cogern. "They know we've got Woods and Makune."
"Perhaps they won't come for that very reason," said McDornick. "They may not want to see their team beaten. We'll give them fits to-day."
"Baseball is something you can't depend on," said Frank, warningly. "Don't be too sure of winning. I have seen a strong team lose just because it was too confident."
"If we had you this afternoon we couldn't lose," declared Cogern.
"That is not certain," smiled Merry; "but I guess you are all right, anyway."
"Here comes the two o'clock car from Rockland," said McDornick. "Wonder if it brought up any rooters?"
The car was coming down around the curve, the motorman letting it run without power, as the grade was rather steep there.
Of a sudden, Cogern uttered a cry, and Frank heard a sound that caused him to whirl about instantly.
On the track directly in front of the oncoming car, a