“That’s the place, Merry,” laughed Hodge, all the clouds gone from his face. “It’s so easy!”
“Verily it is a thing of great delight,” murmured Jack Ready.
“How can he hit them when he can’t see them?” rumbled Bruce Browning.
Dade Morgan, sitting on the bench, his left hand clasping his right arm above the elbow, smiled and nodded with satisfaction.
“Merry will save the game,” he muttered to himself.
“He’s a snap, Billy,” called Rush, the Elkton shortstop. “Let those whisker trimmers go.”
Cronin nodded and winked. He was satisfied that he would have no trouble in getting what he wanted off Frank.
As for Merry, he was agreeably surprised by his success in placing the first ball.
“If I can only keep that up!” he thought.
His next ball was lower, but still close.