Frank Merriwell's danger

by Burt L. Standish

CHAPTER XV.

IN THE GAME.

The regulars had been so dazed by Gamp’s marvelous catch that not a man had moved toward the plate, so the umpire was forced to call:

“Batter up!”

Hal Faunce was the next man on the list. He left the bench and picked out a bat.

“I’m going to do the same trick Jeffers did, just to see if that farmer out there in left garden can repeat his trick,” declared Faunce. “Look out for me, Merriwell.”

“That’s right,” cried a voice from the crowd of spectators; “line her out, Fauncie. Jeffers showed how easy Merriwell is to-day. Anybody can hit him.”

Frank continued to smile, but, mentally, he exclaimed:

“Think so, my fine fellow, if you like! I’ll have to see what I can do. I know Hal Faunce’s weakness, and I’m going to lay for him.”

He sent in a “coaxer” to start with, but Faunce did not try to repeat Jeffers’ trick by lining out the first one pitched, and the umpire called a ball.