“An umpire like that kills it!”
“Kill the umpire!”
“He ought to be lynched!”
“Perhaps he ought to be lynched,” said Merry; “but we didn’t come here to take part in this kind of a game, and I don’t believe Mr. Dorrity, captain of the Stars, wants to steal this game from us. We play honest baseball, or not at all. All we ask of anybody is what we deserve.”
“You’re not getting it from this whelp!”
“I know we are not, but I don’t want this game to end in a riot, and you shall not mob the umpire.”
“Let’s do it, anyhow! He deserves it!” came from one man.
Frank’s team had been forcing its way to Merry’s side, and now, at a sign, they closed round him and infolded the treacherous umpire.
“We are not anxious enough for this game to have it go out that the umpire was mobbed,” said Merry. “We shall protect him.”
“Well, what do you think of that?” exclaimed the hoarse-voiced man.