“Oh, wow!” gasped Jack. “I’m it! Refuse me! I’ll have to look for a small hole to crawl into after this game.”
Frank was cautious now, but the umpire would not give him the corners, so that the next batter got a “life” on balls and the bags were filled.
Merry used the double-shoot.
“One strike!” called the umpire.
The next one whistled.
“One ball.”
Frank tried a drop.
Out in deep center something started Hock Mason to running in just as Frank delivered that ball. When the game was over Hock could not explain how it happened that he started so soon, but he knew he was running before the bat met the ball.
Crack!—the batter hit it.