“You’re out!” declared the umpire.
Another shout went up, and the home players laughed loudly.
Gamp’s face was red as a beet.
“I oughter go sus-sus-sus-soak my head!” he stuttered, as he retired to the bench.
Swiftwing was the next hitter. He stalked out with his bat, and somebody raised a whoop.
“Fan the chief, Nes!” cried somebody from the bleachers.
The pitcher showed his teeth again, and then he put over a high one, to start with.
Swiftwing half-swung at the ball, but held his bat in time, so that the umpire called it a ball. An in shoot followed, and the young Indian was compelled to spring back from the plate.
Then came a drop, and Swiftwing lifted a high foul back of first base, which was easily captured by Hayward.