Bobby Blake in the Frozen North
CHAPTER I
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
“Gee whiz, but that was a hot one!” exclaimed Fred Martin, as he wrung his hands after throwing back the ball with which he and his chum, Bobby Blake, were having a little pitching practice on the Rockledge School campus.
“Had pepper on it, did it?” laughed Bobby, as he gripped the ball in readiness for another throw.
“It fairly smoked,” commented Sparrow Bangs, who was stretched lazily on the ground near by. “Bobby, you’ve got speed to burn this season.”
“If he pitches that way against Belden it will be all over except the shouting,” remarked Mouser Pryde, who was the second baseman of the Rockledge team.
“Bobby’ll need all he’s got when we tackle those fellows, if what I hear is true,” put in Billy Bassett. “A fellow was telling me the other day that they have a couple of new batters on their team who can fairly kill the ball, while the rest are pretty handy with the stick.”