But Frank was determined that he should strike, and sent swift balls directly over until he had managed to get the other just where he wanted him. Then a well directed outcurve deceived Snodgrass. He went back to the bench amid the groans of the crowd.
Then up rose Hough, the doughty second baseman, who was playing in place of Captain Cuthbert Lee, on the sick list, with his trusty bat. He knocked imaginary dirt from the soles of his shoes and took his place. Hough had a good batting eye, and could pick one out all right.
Two balls and one strike had been called when he swung viciously. The sound of the connection was like a rifle report, and instantaneously the immense crowd gave a howl of delight.
Again was there an upheaval, as every eye tried to follow the flight of the rapidly shooting ball.
It was headed for the territory of Buster, and the fat fielder was straining every nerve to get within reaching distance of the flying sphere!
CHAPTER III
A GAME WORTH SEEING
“See the ice wagon move!”
“It’s got an engine attached to it somewhere, fellows!”
“Will he get it—maybe, maybe not!” whooped Jack Eastwick.
“It’s a balloon, that’s what it is!” howled one Bellport enthusiast.