"Oh, that's a beaut!"
But it was not. It was a nice little fly, to be sure, but the centre fielder, running in, had it safely before the batter reached first. Then, with Nottingham out, the ball was hurled home to nip the runner at the plate.
Dugan, who had started in from third, ran desperately, and slid in a cloud of dust.
"You're out!" howled the umpire, waving him to the bench.
"He never touched me!" retorted Dugan. "I was safe by a mile!"
"Robber!" shrieked the throng in the bleachers.
"Get a pair of glasses!"
"He was never out!"
The umpire listened indifferently to the tirade. Dugan dusted off his uniform, and, losing his temper, shook his fist at the umpire, sneering:
"You big fat——" and the rest of it does not matter.