The game was on.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE.
“Ve vos all pehind you, Chip!” squawked Villum Kess, capering around second.
“Take your time, old man,” advised Clancy.
“Let this boob hit it,” grinned Billy Mac, as Ironton stepped into the box.
Frank paused. He had seen clearly that Green was a whirlwind, and decided to hold his best ball, the jump, in reserve. If Green was really Diggs, then he had his work cut out for him.
“Get on to that guy on second!” yelled a fan.
Villum Kess had come to rest plumb on his bag, and stood waiting.
“Play off there, you lobster!” shrieked another rooter frantically.