"This means a run, old boy," he exclaimed, confidently.
"Extra—extra!" came from somewhere in the assemblage. "All about the terrible robbery—ball player steals two bases. Who wants a copy of the high school 'Reflector'? Only five cents. Read Dave Brandon's thrilling piece of fiction. Greatest story since the days of Munchausen!"
Benny Wilkins, with an armful of papers, was screeching at the top of his voice.
"Why, he's actually selling them!" cried Tom, almost stunned with amazement.
"Sure! I've seen him sling out a dozen already," grinned Wiles.
Pitcher and catcher, who had been in conference for a moment, once more took their places.
"None down, Bob. Sting it for all you're worth," shouted Tom.
"Two balls!" droned the umpire, presently. "Strike one!"
Then Bob Somers was seen to make a lunge.
The ball rose in a long, graceful curve, shooting far beyond the point where John Appleby, right fielder, was playing.