“Hooray! hooray!”
A few cheered, but the most of those who witnessed the phenomenal catch were dumb with amazement.
For Gamp held the ball, having robbed Jeffers of one of the prettiest hits ever seen on that ground.
Frank Merriwell laughed.
“Well, that’s pretty good for a lumber-heels,” he said, with satisfaction; “but I expected something of the kind from him.”
Cal Jeffers was disgusted when the coacher at third stopped him. He could not believe he was out.
“What’s the matter with you?” he angrily cried. “It’s a home run!”
“Ought to have been,” said the coach; “but that long-legged farmer caught it. See, he’s just throwing it in.”
“He must have picked it up,” said Jeffers.
“He did,” nodded the coach; “picked it up in the air. Finest catch I ever saw.”