“That’s what you get for crying baby!” yelled a shrill voice.
“It will be Mr. Sprowl’s turn to bat in a moment!” said Hodge, as he picked up the body protector.
Frank heard these words.
“None of that kind of business, Bart,” he said grimly. “It won’t do. We’re not playing that sort of a game.”
“But are we going to stand for this?”
“We can call the attention of the umpire to it. He’ll have to stop it.”
“He doesn’t seem inclined.”
“We’ll have to make him inclined, then. I think he’s pretty near square, although it’s likely he sympathized with the locals.”
“Of course he does! We’ve got to fight for our rights, if we get them.”
“That’s true; but we’ll fight on the level. No crookedness. No trickery.”