The ball shot from Rob’s hand apparently without effort. But it shot over the plate like a bullet.
“Strike two!” bellowed the umpire.
“Oh, you Rob!” yelled his friends.
“K-r-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee!” shrilled the Scouts.
But Rob took no notice; nor did he regard Jared’s look of hatred, oddly mixed with worry. Rob’s pitching bothered him. He wanted no more off that plate.
But whi-z-z-z-z-z-z! came another “cannon ball” like a high powered projectile burning up the atmosphere. Jared swung wildly an inch too high.
“Striker’s out!” came the call of Jared’s doom from the umpire.
It was a furiously angry youth that strode to the bench.
“Thought you were going to make ducks and drakes out of him, Jared?” grinned one of his fellow players.
“So I was. I was just trying him out,” grunted Jared disgustedly.