Frank pitched again and tried the other sweep.
The ball seemed to start toward the outside of the plate. Suddenly it swept upward and inward, and again Creel missed.
“Strike two!”
Creel gasped.
“What’s that he’s throwing?” he muttered.
“Oh, hit the ball!” chuckled Hodge. “It’s easy enough!”
“I’ll hit the next one!” growled Creel.
“Bet you don’t.”
“I will if I swing at it.”
“Bet you don’t.”