muffed it. Then the man on third came in, giving the Resolutes another run.
"Another! That makes the score seven to nine!"
"That was a wild pitch."
"Not so wild but that the catcher might have got it if he had tried."
"Steady there, Roger!" called out some of the Oak Hall boys.
"It wasn't my fault—the ball was out of my reach," grumbled the senator's son.
A quick retort arose to Dave's lips, but he checked it. He did not wish to make his quarrel with Roger any worse. He walked back to the pitcher's box and signed to Roger for a drop ball. Roger did not answer at once and he waited a few seconds and repeated the sign.
"Play ball!" was the cry. "Don't wait all day, Porter." Then the senator's son signed back and Dave sent in the ball with precision. The batsman swung for it, and missed it.
"Strike two!" called out the umpire. Dave next signed for an out curve. It was now three balls and two strikes and the next delivery would "tell the tale." In came the ball with great swiftness, and again the batsman tried to connect with it—and failed.
"Three strikes—batter out!"
"Hurrah, Porter struck him out, after all!"
