"Who are ye tellin' to git back?" he rasped. "Do ye know who ye're talkin' to, young feller?"
"I'm talking to you," said Greg, in the same calm manner. "If you don't get back in your position and play the game, I'll put you on the bench."
"What?" shouted the Irishman. "Put me on the bench—you put me on the bench? I'd like to see you do it!"
Greg pulled out his watch.
"I'll give you just thirty seconds to get into your position and go on with this game," he said.
"If you put me on the bench, I'll take my team off the field!" threatened McCann.
"And I'll forfeit the game to the home team," retorted Carker. "Twenty seconds. You have ten seconds more."
McCann turned and retreated to his position, growling and muttering in an ugly manner.
"Play ball, boys!" he called. "We can win the game, even if the umpire is against us!"
Basil Bearover hurried to the bench of the home players and grasped Frank Merriwell by the shoulder.