[CHAPTER XXVIII]
A BLOW IN THE DARK

McRae rushed over to the umpire.

“There’s a fellow over there in the grandstand giving away our signs,” he stormed.

Cries of derision came from the stands.

“Hire a hall!”

“Write him a letter!”

“Play ball!”

The umpire called time and walked over with McRae to where Banks was standing.