“She is angry,” Madge commented.
“I tried to make her mad,” Carol confessed. “When she is stirred up she plays much better.”
“St-uh-rike one!”
Carol made a wry face at Janet. The latter frowned more viciously and gripped the bat securely in both hands. Carol nudged Madge significantly.
“She is really cross now.”
The spectators were hushed. The game depended on Janet and what she did.
“St-uh-rike two!”
“Woe is me!” Carol murmured. “My psychology didn’t work.”
“She has one more chance,” Madge said. “If she only gets on base and then someone else makes a run——”
“Two runs to tie the score! It might as well be ten,” Carol said pessimistically.