Again the ball rose above Jones’ bat, and the second strike was called.
“That’s pitching, Dick!” came the encouraging voice of Frank. “You can keep it up.”
Now Dick had decided to use a drop next time, but the word “up” from Frank was a signal for him to continue with the high ball, which he did.
The third jump fooled Dismal just as the others had, and he fanned out, the sphere plunking into Bart’s big mitt and remaining there.
The third man was out.
CHAPTER XXX.
DICK SHOWS WHAT HE CAN DO.
The Yale men gave a cheer, ending with the name of Dick Merriwell, while Elsie and Inza flaunted their flags.
“An accident,” sneered the man with the dog. “It won’t happen again.”