"Just one," chuckled Wingate, "over on the northeast corner: 'Intruders will be promptly ejected.' It's a wonder he hasn't a few Gatling guns planted around."
"And just to think," mused Tom, "he's going to give that field to us!"
"Well, I like your cheek," blazed out Nat. "You must think you're the whole show. Do you know what my idea is?"
"Guess I will in a minute."
"Mr. Barry knows it's such a safe proposition that you fellows will get trimmed all around——"
"Oh, get out, you 'Pie-eater'!" howled Tom. "Take a doughnut. It looks like a cipher—meaning nothing for you!"
"We can eat up lots of things besides doughnuts," said Nat, sarcastically. "I'm going to trail Mr. Rupert Barry."
"So am I."
As they walked briskly toward the scene of action the noise and the cracks of the bats seemed to be greater than ever.
By this time Mr. Barry had almost reached the high board fence which served as a backstop and score-board.