“See here, fellows,” pleaded Merry, as he picked out his bat, “this has to stop right now! Cool down, everybody. Billy, you work Carson for your base. Clan, get down to first and coach. We’ve got to break their streak.”
And Merry went out to the plate, with a badly demoralized crowd on the bench behind him.
CHAPTER XII.
CLIPPING THE CLIPPERS.
“Here’s the boy wonder!” announced Squint Fletcher. “Soak him in the bean!”
As Carson began to wind up, a voice pierced the roar of cheers that startled Frank. It seemed like a voice that he knew well.
“Fardale forever! Hurrah for old Fardale!”
Merry could not tell whence that voice came, but he gripped his bat hard at the sound of it. Carson unwound, and a white streak shot toward the plate.
Whether he intended it or not, the ball came straight for Frank, who was forced to step back. Squint grinned.
“Look out for your bean!”