“Why, he’s Frank Merriwell’s brother! No wonder he can play ball!”
But Dick paid no attention to the crowd. His mind was on the game and nothing else.
“A base-hit spoiled!” muttered Hanson, as he came in to the bench. “He tumbled into that! Couldn’t do it again in a thousand years!”
“Of course not,” agreed Dorrity.
Jack was the next man to step up to the plate. By a strange chance, he hit a ball that was almost the exact duplicate of the one batted by Hanson.
“He won’t get that!”
But Dick raced for the ball as fast as he could, and when it came down he clutched it and held on, though he struck his toe against something and fell headlong. The boy dropped on his stomach, holding the ball clear of the ground with both hands.
“Batter is out!” announced the umpire.
The grand stand and bleachers rose up and roared and roared. Never before on those grounds had two such sensational catches been made in succession.
It was some time before the admiring crowd grew quiet, and then Jack Ready was heard saying: