He made a gesture, and every man came trotting in from the field.
“Hooray!” cried the crowd. “That’s the talk! That’s right! that’s right!”
Then they cheered loudly.
The captain of the Stars ran out to the umpire, but Frank gave that individual no further attention. When the shouting lulled, the umpire loudly cried:
“I will give Merriwell just one minute to put his men back on the field. If he does not do it in that time I shall declare the game in favor of the Omaha Stars.”
“You’re a thundering big stiff!” bellowed a man on the bleachers.
“He’s a robber—that’s what he is!” cried another man shrilly.
“Robber! robber! robber!” shrilled a lot of small boys.
“I propose we give him what he deserves!” came from the man with the hoarse voice. “Come on!”