“I told you!” laughed Dowling quietly. “I knew what would happen!”
Merry muffed the ball when it was thrown in.
“Get ready for the slaughter!” cried Prince, as Jones came up.
Merry hesitated, accepted the signal, then pitched the ball wild and Bryant went to second on it. The spectators were amazed. They could scarcely believe this was the same fellow who had, disguised as a jay, done such work for St. Paul the day before.
“He’ll steady down in a moment,” said many.
Dick Merriwell was filled with alarm, for he plainly saw something was the matter with Frank.
“He’s sick!” muttered Dick.
Then Merry put a ball over and Jones smashed it out for two bags, bringing Bryant in with a run.
“Why, it’s going to be a regular snap!” cried Prince.