“Put ’em right over,” urged Frank.
Nearly the whole team was talking to Dick, and the boy needed it, for he felt himself quivering all over. In vain he had tried to fling aside that shaking feeling, but it clung to him most persistently. Somehow, his heart was not in the game, and he felt that he was going to be batted hard.
The next ball was wild, and the umpire called a ball. Then Dick tried a high one, which Packard let pass.
“You’ll have to get it down, me bhoy,” said Barney Mulloy.
Dick sent in a swift in shoot, and Packard fanned again.
“That is doing pretty well!” roared the Yale crowd, while Inza Burrage clapped her hands.
“Let him hit it!” urged Frank. “He won’t do any damage.”
“Put it right over the pan,” came from Ready.
“Ram it over the slubber—I mean slam it over the rubber!” Rattleton cried.
“Yes, put it over,” muttered Packard.