"Ball one!" called the umpire.
Again the ball came in and Frank did not try to hit it.
"Ball two!"
"What's the matter with that?" growled Si.
"Too far out," said the umpire.
Once more the sphere was delivered. It was in the right place and Frank rapped it good and hard and sent it sailing far out into left field.
"Good!" came the shout. "Run, Cheeky, run!"
And Frank did run for all he was worth. First was gained, then second, and he slid to third in safety.
"A three-base hit!"
"Now where are you, Excelsiors?"