Feeling sick and giddy, Merry had sat on the bench and endeavored to keep track of what was taking place. Although he had great confidence in his brother, he was fearful that Dick might not prove equal to the emergency. It was a hard place to put a lad of so few years and so little experience.
But Merry was satisfied when he found that Dick had thus easily disposed of three batters.
“Ugh!” grunted Old Joe, who was sitting on the bench in all his painted glory. “Heap big snap!”
“Good boy!” said Merry, as Dick came in. “You’re a brother worth having.”
Up in the grand stand two men were talking.
“What do you think of that, Hank?” exclaimed Bates.
“Luck!” retorted Bates. “Nothing but luck. They’ll pound his eye out next inning.”
“I hope so.”
“Of course they will! How can they help it? He’s nothing but a kid.”