"A medium slow one, close to the end of the stick, about here," replied Durville.
"I'll try to give you something else, then," chuckled Dick.
And give the batsman something else was just what he did.
Crack! Durville swatted the ball. It rose steeply at first, then sailed away gracefully towards the clouds.
"Get a fresh ball!" shouted one member of the training squad.
"That leather isn't going to come down again!"
It did, though a scout had to run far afield to pick it up.
Lieutenant Lawrence didn't look exactly disappointed, but he had hoped to see something better than this had been.
Five more Dick pitched in, and of these "Durry" put his mark on three.
"That will be enough to-day, I guess, Mr. Prescott," remarked
Lieutenant Lawrence in an even voice.
Poor Dick flushed, but was about to turn away from the pitcher's box when Durville turned to the Army coach.