“Wolfers won’t let him hit,” asserted Freckles.
“He can’t help it,” declared Spud. “Don’t you never read no papers? Don’t you know northing about Frank Merriwell? He’s the greatest baseball player in the country.”
“Guess ag’in,” advised Freckles.
Frank fouled the first ball pitched.
“Wot’d I tell yer?” shouted Freckles.
“He bit a piece outer it,” said Spud.
“He’ll have ter do better’n dat.”
“He will, all right, all right.”
Needless to say that Merry’s players were anxious. On third Rattleton crouched, ready to dash home on any sort of a hit. Ready played off first. He was tempted to go down before getting a signal from Frank. After that foul, Merry signaled. On the next ball pitched Jack scooted for second.
Sprowl made a fake motion as if he meant to throw to second, but snapped the ball to third.