It seemed that Gamp would have difficulty in getting under the ball, but he tore over the earth and pulled it down with one hand while at full speed.
That electrified the Yale side, and the crowd of witnesses on the blue bleachers rose up and howled.
“There’s the man to put in center field!” shrieked somebody.
The Yale team came in from the field, Mason’s face looking hard and grim.
“You made a good bid for that fly, Hock,” said Merriwell openly. “If you’d held it, it would have been a marvel.”
This brought a bit of color to the fellow’s cheeks. Ready advanced to the plate.
“Move your outfielders back,” he chirped. “Enlarge the enclosure. I am going to disturb the atmosphere with a severe shock. Now, watch out.”
Vinton’s lips curled, and he gave Jack a slow out curve.
Ready had a long bat, and he reached for that ball, caught it on the tip of the “slugger,” and sent it whistling over the head of the second-baseman.