“Pretty well. They’re hitting him some, though. There! Look at that, will you!” Snell added abruptly. “A three-bagger!”
At the moment a shout that came almost with the sharpness of the report of a gun arose from the seats occupied by the friends of the academy nine. Two men were on bases when their heaviest hitter came to bat and when his long hit was made the two players before him raced home with their tallies.
“Dan, you’ll have to go back to the pitcher’s box!” exclaimed Snell as the cheering of the opposing section was renewed when the runner on third came in with the third run of the inning, after the batter had sent a long fly to left field which Smith captured.
“I wish I could,” said Dan quietly.
“You must. That makes the score four to two. We can’t stand that. They’re hammering Gus! They’ll drive him out of the box.”
“That doesn’t look as if they would,” suggested Dan as the next player struck out.
“Three in one inning,” muttered Snell hopelessly.
“The game is young.”
“If it is that bad when it’s young, what will it be when it is older?”
“Better for us, I hope.”