Again he sent it squarely over the plate, and again Ironton failed utterly to find it. The third ball looked even better, and with wondering desperation Ironton brought around his bat.
“Out!”
“What kind of a ball is that?” demanded Ironton savagely.
“Plain straight ball,” chuckled Billy. “Couldn’t you see it?”
The grand stand began to appreciate a change in Merriwell’s pitching as Johnson came into the box and proceeded to strike out also.
“He’s using a new ball!” yelled the traveling man who had recognized Green-Diggs.
“Look at Johnson swing!” shrieked another fan excitedly. “Where’d he get that ball? What is it?”
Johnson watched the third one come, and tried helplessly to find it. He was motioned out, and flung his bat away heatedly.
“There’s some crooked work here!” he cried.
“And it smells like Southpaw Diggs,” chirped Clancy, as Green came out swinging two bats. He flung one away and stepped into the box.