“We’re holding them, fellows,” said Frank quietly, as they walked out. “Keep up the good work, and we’ll win, sure.”
“We’ll do it, Chip,” cried Spaulding.
“L-l-look out for Ironton,” snapped Chub, as the Clipper shortstop walked out. “He’s l-l-like-l-ly to start something.”
Billy Mac evidently thought the same thing, for he signaled for the double shoot. Merry shook his head, and compromised on the jump ball. Ironton struck vainly.
“Hoop-a-la!” sang out Clancy. “He’s going!”
“Let him soak it,” pleaded McCarthy. “We’re all behind you, old scout!”
Billy called for a fast drop. Although doubtful of its wisdom, Frank put it across, and Ironton murdered it. With a clean crack, the ball began to soar toward center field, and Ironton went racing toward first.
“Wake up, Nippen!” roared the fans. “What’s the matter with the elephant?”
The huge fruit-picker stood staring up at the ball. Suddenly he turned and began lumbering toward the fence. He did not even look over his shoulder at the ball, but continued through the ten-foot gap, while the crowd sent a storm of catcalls after him.
“He must be going for a swim!” gasped Merry.