“I was hit!” cried the fellow. “Can’t I take my base on that?”
“Not when you strike at the ball,” was the answer. “Stand up there and hit.”
So Waldron was forced to do so, and he proceeded to fan out, for all that he was regarded as such a remarkable batter.
The first inning was over, and neither side had scored. The visitors had filled the bags, but not one of the home team had reached first in safety.
This opening seemed to indicate that the game would be a hot one.
CHAPTER XXII.
A DASTARDLY TRICK.
The crowd roared its approval, for Frank Merriwell had shown himself quite in the same class as Nesbitt, the professional. Indeed, the work of Merry in the box had aroused Nesbitt’s jealousy, and he resolved to show them that he was quite as good as the former great Yale pitcher.
“I object to this, Merriwell!” cried Ready, as he trotted in from third. “If you don’t give me a chance to show what I can do in this game, I’ll quit your old team just as soon as you don’t want me any more. I won’t play with this team a minute after it disbands, so there, now!”