“That’s the way!”
“Two more like that and he’s a goner!”
“Slam ’em in, Matson!”
Joe flushed with pleasure at the encouraging cries. He wondered if Mabel was joining in the applause that frequently swept over the grandstand at a brilliant play.
Again Joe threw, and all the batter could do was to hit a foul, which was not caught.
Then came a ball, followed by another, and Joe began to get a bit anxious.
“That’s the boy!” welled up encouragingly from the crowd.
Joe tried a moist ball—a delivery of which he was not very certain as yet, but the batter “fell for it” and whirled around as he missed it cleanly.
“Three strikes—batter’s out!” howled the umpire, and the man went back to the bench.