Wolfers regarded Rattles with supreme contempt, which led him into carelessness, and the first thing he knew Harry cracked out a daisy cutter and capered down to the initial sack.
“Dot peen der kindt!” yelled Hans, seizing a bat. “Now we vin der game alretty! Der pall vill knock me vor a dree-pagger righdt avay soon. Holdt yourseluf readiness indo to come home, Harry.”
“Oh, go ahead!” snapped Wolfers. “Stand up to the plate and let me strike you out. You talk too much with your face.”
“You couldn’d struck me oudt a year indo!” retorted Hans. “Shust vatch und see me put der fence ofer der pall. I vill dood id! Yah!”
He swiped wildly at the first ball and missed by at least a foot.
Wolfers chuckled.
“Oh, yes, you’ll put it over the fence!” he sneered. “It’s easy for you to do that.”
“Sure id vos easiness vor dot to do me,” said Hans. “Nexdt dime I vill hit id vere you missed id dot dime.”
The Elkton twirler kept Rattleton close to first.
Harry dared not try to steal unless he could secure a good lead, for Sprowl was a beautiful thrower to second.