He walked over to the pitcher, and soon the two were in earnest conversation.
Randall could not make another run, for Sellig was doing his best and they did not get a hit off him.
“Our only chance is to strike them out,” murmured Kerr as he arose from the bench to take his place. “Who’s going to pitch, Mr. Lighton?”
“Tom Parsons.”
“Tom Parsons? What’s the matter with our regular substitute, Evert?”
“His arm is no good and he’s out of practice. I’m going to put Tom in.”
And much to his astonishment Tom was summoned from the grandstand, where he was talking to Miss Tyler about the slump.
“Me pitch? Are you sure Mr. Lighton sent you for me?” he asked Jerry Jackson, who had brought the message.
“Sure. Come on and get into part of a uniform.”