And then with the stick he’s ever quite handy,
In the game of baseball our Merry’s a dandy.”
The delighted spectators cheered and applauded.
“This game isn’t over,” cried a Minneapolis man. “We have another inning.”
“But you’ll never be able to make a run off that pitcher,” retorted a fan from St. Paul.
“Oh, he can be hit!” flung back the other.
Webber had been given time to cool down, and now he caused the next batter to put up an easy one. The last man fanned, and the side was out. But the lead secured by St. Paul seemed large in a game of this sort.
As Merriwell walked out into the box he was given an ovation by the spectators.
“That makes me sick!” muttered Stebson, captain of the home team. “He’s nothing but an ordinary college pitcher. He’s had great luck to-day, but I don’t believe he could keep the work up through nine innings.”
“We made a mistake in letting them substitute him,” said one of the players.