“Play ball!” called the umpire again, and Sam, “winding up,” let fly a swift white ball toward the expectant batter.
CHAPTER X
A TIGHT CONTEST
“Strike one!” yelled the young umpire, as the ball landed with a resounding thud in Bart Ferguson’s big mitt.
“That’s the stuff!” called several in the crowd.
“Send back the Reds with a whitewash brush,” added another enthusiast.
“I guess Sam’s in form to-day,” remarked Tom Davis to Rodney Burke near whom he sat. Tom was not playing, for Darrell was holding down the initial bag.
“Wait a bit and see what happens along about the seventh inning,” said Rodney. “Sam generally falls down then if he’s going to.”