Jack picked it up, and, without straightening, still running, he snapped it to Browning.
“Second!”
The command came from Merry while the ball was on its way to Bruce. Browning took it and threw, to second without a moment’s delay.
Morgan had leaped to cover the bag, but he was a trifle too slow, and he touched the ball with one hand only.
“Ginger up!” commanded Frank promptly. “You must cover that bag, Morgan, when Ready is after the ball like that.”
Dade started to shrug his shoulders, but changed his mind instantly, smiled a bit sweetly, and called in a musical, good-natured voice:
“All right, sir.”
And this was the same Dade Morgan who had once seemed to be Frank Merriwell’s bitter and unrelenting enemy. A great change had come over Dade since the death of Santenel. Released from the power of the hypnotist, Morgan was fast becoming quite a different fellow.
Next Frank drove a liner to Carson, who was on third, and the Westerner took it with out-thrust hand.