Rattleton was chattering away near third, and every one was on edge for what was to follow.
The first ball was high, and Bruce let it pass.
“One ball,” was the decision.
The next was wide.
“Two balls.”
Then came a sharp drop, which fooled the big fellow, who fancied it a straight one.
Bruce fanned.
“One strike!”
Nesbitt followed with a rise, and Browning struck under it.