“Here it is,” said Batch.
But it was a rise, and Jack struck under it a foot.
“I think you are a prevaricator!” said the batter quickly. “I regret very much to apply such a title to you, but it fits like your skin.”
“Well, try the next one,” said Batch.
Jack declined, however, for it was a wide out curve, and a ball was called.
“That makes us even,” said Ready. “Now we’ll begin over.”
The next one was too close, and Jack let it pass.
“Ball two!” cried the umpire.
“Ah-ha!” said Jack. “I’m getting a lead on you.”
Batch set his teeth and put in a drop. Jack struck over it.