Merry was on the coaching line back of third.
“Pretty work, Bruce!” he laughed. “You fooled them. They thought they had you.”
Ready came out to bat once more.
A signal passed between Wolfers and Sprowl. The latter crouched close under the bat.
Wolfers put the first ball straight over.
It was a beauty.
Ready swung at it.
Just as he did so something touched his bat lightly, deflecting it the least bit, and he missed.
Jack turned quickly on Sprowl.
“What are you trying to do?” he demanded, frowning, no trace of levity in his manner.