“It’s Bart, Bart, all the time!” laughed the dark-eyed girl. “Do you never think of any one but Bart?”
“Hardly ever,” confessed Elsie, blushing.
“Let me git holt of a bub-bub-bub-bat!” exclaimed Joe Gamp, as he strode in to the bench. “Danged if I have made a hit to-day! It’s tut-tut-tut-time I did something.”
Morgan’s courage was good when he went into the box, and he did not let up a bit. His speed remained great, and Gamp threatened to strike out quickly. However, Joe bumped the ball at last, though it went to Dade on the bound, and he threw Joe out at first.
“That’s a good start, old man!” came from Oliver Packard. “Keep it up! We’ll get into the game and win yet.”
Swiftwing hit the ball, but it sailed high into the air. Mason got under it and held it safely when it came down.
Morgan remembered what Merry had done the first time, and this time he resolved to make Frank hit. He put the ball over with great speed, getting two strikes called. Then Merry placed a little single and took first.
With Rattleton up, however, there seemed little show. Harry looked at Frank, who gave him a signal to wait.
Morgan had a way of working the corners, and just now he could not seem to get the ball over, which gave Rattleton a base on balls.