“Put him out! put him out!” roared the crowd.
“Where is Chop Morrisy?” cried the captain of the Stars.
“Here,” answered a voice.
“Morrisy, we’ll have to ask you to finish umpiring this game. Won’t you do it for us?”
“I’d rather not.”
“But you will?”
Morrisy hesitated, but finally consented.
“Get out, Derring!” cried the crowd. “Go off and die! Go bag your head!”
Derring was fierce, and he snarled: