“Looks like a skinch,” muttered Ready, to himself. For once in his heedless life Jack was extremely worried and betrayed it.
“Use the double, Merry,” he urged.
Stebson was up, and Frank signed that he would start with the double-shoot.
Then Merry sent one into Stebson’s ribs, and the captain of the Minneapolis team walked.
Bart came down to speak to Merry.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Something,” confessed Frank; “but I think I’ll be all right in a minute.”
Hardy walked up with a barrel of confidence.
Again Frank tried the double-shoot, but he did not make it curve both ways, and Hardy drove it far into right field.