“Darn it! Ain’t you got eyes?” yelled left-field, and “You darned fool!” yelled right-field, converging from each side.
“Lost ball!” you screamed, tramping hither and thither to show that you spoke truth.
“Lost ball!” screamed the Kemp brothers.
“Lost ball! Lo-o-ost ba-a-all!” chimed in the North Stars generally.
But Tug had scored.
“No fair!” objected Billy Lunt. “He’s got to go back to second. Lost ball! Don’t you hear? Lost ball!”
“I don’t care. ’Tain’t my fault,” confuted Tug.
“Course not!” said Captain Spunk, scornfully.
“But you can’t come in on a lost ball; can he, Hop?” appealed Billy to the umpire.
“Shut up! What yer talkin’ about? Course he can,” affirmed Red.