“Three balls.”
“Bad hole!” thought Starbright. “But I can put ’em over if I want to.”
He felt that his control was good, and so he followed with another drop.
Whiz—went the bat, but the ball was not touched.
“Two strikes.”
“That’s better!” thought Dick, with relief. “He doesn’t seem able to connect with a drop to-day.”
Fancying Clackson would not be looking for another drop, Dick ventured to give it to him.
The Princeton man had his teeth shut, and he hit the ball a nice easy little tap that dropped it just over the second-baseman’s head, but far enough back so Ready could not get it.
The Princeton crowd cheered. The first man up had obtained a hit, which was starting the game right.