“No. I am not built like you.”
“It all comes of practice. If you keep trying, in a short time you get so you do not notice it at all. Get on to this twist, old man.”
Then Frank made a jumping motion with his body, but held his feet on the ground, and sent in a ball that made Bart blink and gasp.
“Talk about chain-lightning!” cried Hodge. “Why, that one was a regular dodger! How’d you do it, Frank? or did my eyes fool me?”
Merriwell laughed heartily over Bart’s surprise.
“I call that my double shoot,” he explained. “I’ll give it to you again.”
Bart tossed back the ball, and Frank carefully wound his fingers round it; then made the jumping motion, sending it whizzing through the air again.
This time Hodge dodged and let it go past.
“Scissors!” he cried. “That fooled me. I thought it was going the other way. It took a queer shoot on the last end.”
Again Frank laughed.