Bart felt certain Bryant’s training would compel him to wait, and so he signed for one straight over.
Dick obeyed. The ball whistled, and it cut the home plate in two even pieces.
“Strike!”
“That’s the talk!” cried Carson. “He’ll have to hit it!”
Again Dick drove the ball straight over.
“Strike two!”
“Oh, lul-lul-lul-let him hit it!” cried Gamp, from center field. “I want to warm up.”
Bart called for the rise.
Dick grasped the ball for the jump, on which he put his greatest reliance. In vain he had practised and worked to acquire the double-shoot, but, while thus employed, he had learned how to throw the jump ball, which seemed quite as effective as the double-shoot.