"Vy did you not dotge?" demanded Dunnerwurst, in exasperation. "Any vun vould pelief der ball did not see you coming. Vos you plind your eyesight in?"
"Oh, I knew I couldn't hit," chuckled Bubbs, "so I got hit. That's part of the game."
"Veil, mebbe dot vos so, but you don'd pelief it. Der next man vill haf something different to did."
Netterby was the next man.
After pitching a ball behind Net's back and another one over his head, Hans managed to get one across the pan.
Net hit it and drove it out of the diamond, although Mulloy made a desperate effort to reach it.
"Vat vos you goot for, you Irish pogtrotter?" demanded Hans. "Vy did dot ball not stop you?"
"G'wan! g'wan!" retorted Barney. "It was a clane hit, Dutchy."
"You dood not pelief it. I vill haf to struck efry patter oudt. Der vos no udder vay when a pitcher gets dot kind of rotten suppordt."
Hiram Bemis stood forth to the plate and waited until Dunnerwurst had pitched four balls.