“We must get together and hold the enemy prostrate,” said Ready. “It’s the way to win this game.”
Frank went into the box. Hodge knew Merry would start with the double-shoot, meaning to strike out the first batter up.
Hanson, of the home team, stepped up to the plate. Frank gave him a dazzler, and Hanson fanned.
But again that pain shot the whole length of Frank’s arm, and it felt as if something had broken.
“Guess some of the glass cracked,” thought Frank.
When Bart returned the ball, Merry took plenty of time in delivering it again. Then he tried the double-shoot once more, but threw the sphere high over Bart’s head.
“What’s the matter?” asked Hodge, instantly comprehending that all was not right.
Frank shook his head, but he threw no more double curves. He passed a high one up to Hanson, who hit it into the diamond. Browning tried to field the ball, but it got through him, and Hanson reached the bag.
“Rotten!” cried the crowd.