"They didn't see us," answered Boardman, who was of a cooler nature. "Don't give yourself away. Make them prove everything." And on this the two agreed.
The buggy ride had given Joe and Fred a chance to rest, and each felt in perfect trim for the game. Both were on their mettle, and Joe determined to pitch ball as never before.
The first batter up was a tall, brawny fellow, the best hitter the Excelsiors had. He came to the plate with a swinging gait, confident that he could rap out a two-base hit if nothing better.
Joe measured the fellow with care and sent in a swift, low ball.
"Ball one!" cried the umpire.
Again the ball came in, this time rather high.
"Ball two."
"He is going to let the batter walk!" cried several. "He is afraid to give him a good ball."
Again Joe stepped back and gave Fred a certain sign. The ball came on in a curve, directly over the plate.
"Strike one!" called the umpire.