"Foul ball! Batter out!" told the story.
As Jack threw his bat spitefully aside he observed a small body of freshmen dragging the bench into safer territory, with three dignified gentlemen following close behind.
"If he only drives them away it would be worth losing the game," chuckled Benny Wilkins.
"I hope it gave 'em a jolly good scare," observed "Crackers" Brown, sourly. "They haven't any business to be watching a game like this."
"Ha, ha! That's so," laughed Benny. "When is a game not a game?"
"When the Kingswood Stars play the Ramblers?"
"Oh, you rude thing. No; when it's punk. Isn't the way our chaps play ball enough to make Barry plant corn on his lot?"
"Get out, you croakers!" snapped Harry Spearman.
"The game isn't over yet," put in little Joe Rodgers, whose generally smiling face looked grave. "Just wait till Dave Brandon gets another chance at bat."
"We've been doing nothing else but wait," growled "Crackers." "So far, it's been a sad, sad spectacle."