Dick ran out and grasped Frank’s hand, his face glowing.
“Oh, that was fine!” he cried. “No one but you would have dared try it!”
“Something had to be done,” smiled Frank.
Crowfoot grunted when they approached the bench.
“Heap slick!” he said.
The old Indian seemed to enjoy a game of baseball thoroughly.
Rattleton, compelled to strike, hit the next ball, but sent it straight into the hands of Gallup.
“I think it’s a case of an extra inning,” said Merry.
Dick walked out to strike. Morgan put one over, and the boy lined it out for a single.
Then it was Ready’s turn, and Jack promptly bunted toward third, beating the ball to first. Dick had reached second, and, aroused by Frank’s example, the lad soon stole third.