"Grand, you old skinflint, grand!"
"There was a two-dollar bill stickin' on thet hit. Why didn't you stop it?"
"Say, Merritt, what little brains you've got will presently be ridin' on the 'rabbit.'"
"You will chase up these exhibition games!"
"Take your medicine now. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
After these merciless taunts, and particularly after the next slashing hit that tied the score, Merritt looked appreciably smaller and humbler.
He threw up another ball, and actually shied as it neared the plate.
The giant who was waiting to slug it evidently thought better of his eagerness as far as that pitch was concerned, for he let it go by.
Merritt got the next ball higher. With a mighty swing, the batsman hit a terrific liner right at the pitcher.
Quick as lightning, Merritt wheeled, and the ball struck him with the sound of two boards brought heavily together with a smack.