"Strike one!"
That took some of the starch out of the Navy batsman, who suddenly realized that this twirler for the Army was up to old tricks.
"Strike two!"
Dan was sure he had that one, and he missed it only by an inch.
Gone, now, was the grin on Dalzell's face. A frown gathered between his eyes as he took harder hold of the stick and waited.
Nor did Prescott keep him long waiting. The ball came in, and
Dan gauged it fairly well. Yet he fanned for the third time.
"Batsman out!"
Dan hesitated an almost imperceptible instant at the plate. Swift as lightning he made a wry little mouth at Prescott. It nearly broke Dick up with laughter as Dalzell stalked moodily to the bench and Dave stepped forward.
In fact, the Army pitcher choked and shook so that Durville called to him in a quiet, anxious voice from shortstop's beat:
"Anything wrong, ramrod?"