Greg signaled
for an outshoot. But Dick "made up" the ball and imitated his
delivery of the throw before.
"I'll get down and get it, this time!" flashed Martin resentfully.
He did, only to find himself no nearer the ball than before.
"Strike two!"
Tittering came from the sides now, also some applause. The spectators
had just begun to understand that Dick Prescott was pitching better
ball.
"Ball one!"
Hi felt a bit better for a moment. Then:
"Strike three! Out!"
With a muttered growl of disgust, Captain Martin gave up his post
to Percival.
"What has got into Prescott?" demanded Rodgers, of the Norths,
anxiously.
"Oh, we'll pound him to pieces soon," muttered Hi.
"Strike one!" sounded the umpire's steady, low voice.
In a moment or two more it was: "Strike three. Out!"
Then a third batsman took post. Dick Prescott, his face now flushed
with pleasure, not humiliation, and his eyes flashing battle,
put the third man out for the Norths.
Yet, though the Central Grammars put two of their men on bases,
they, too, went back to grass ere a run could be scored.
The fifth inning was almost a duplicate of the fourth; no ground
gained. In the sixth, after having two men struck out, the Norths
took two base hits away from Prescott, and had men on first and
second.
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