“Hooray!” cried the stammering chap on the bleachers, shooting up and waving his hat. “I knowed you could dud-dud-dud-do it, Bill! They can’t tut-tut-tut-touch ye!”
“Thankee, Joe,” said the jay. “They’re a dang sight easier than I thought they wuz.”
Then he walked out of the box.
CHAPTER XII.
GETTING OUT OF A TIGHT PLACE.
The astonished St. Paul men gathered round the jay pitcher at the bench, Captain Trueman excitedly asking:
“Good gracious, man; can you keep that up?”
“I dunno,” was the answer. “Mebbe I can’t. Ye see, I fooled ’em that time cause they thought I was sech a darn easy mark.”
“It wasn’t that,” said Keen. “By Jove! you’ve got the greatest speed of any man I ever saw when you let it out! What in thunder have you in that arm—a lot of springs?”