“What’d I tell yer? Oh, you’re a knowin’ feller, you are! He done a lot, didn’t he!”
Spud made some kind of retort, but the roaring of the delighted crowd drowned his words.
Wolfers was the hero of the moment as he swaggered in toward the local bench.
Hans Dunnerwurst could not believe the evidence of his eyes.
“A misdake has made you,” he muttered, as he stared at the umpire. “Nefer in his life dit der pall strike him oudt.”
“Into the field, boys,” said Frank. “We must hold them down and get another inning. We still have a chance for this game.”
“How could you strike out, Merry!” muttered Bart Hodge. “How could you!”
Frank saw that his companions were badly broken up over what had happened.
His reputation as a safe hitter at critical moments was such that a failure seemed impossible.
“Brace up, fellows!” he sharply commanded. “The score is still tied.”