Crash—clatter!
“Seven pins!” shouted Ready.
“Good work!” muttered Browning.
But the remaining pins were left in such a way that it seemed impossible to get them all with a single ball. Frank studied them a moment and did his best, but his best left one standing. This one he removed with the third ball.
“Fifty-three on your half,” said Dashleigh. “Sixty-three in your sixth box.”
Starbright struck the head pin too full, which cut out four, leaving standing two wings of three pins each.
“Four pins with his spare ball,” said Bert. “Sixty-four on his half. That’s all right.”
“But Frank gained three pins there,” murmured Inza.
“Frank will win,” asserted Badger, speaking so low that Dick could not hear. “I tell you he can’t be beaten! That’s whatever!”
“But he has a hard task before him,” whispered Winnie. “Mr. Starbright is a wonderful bowler.”