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Then Merriwell resolved to use the double-shoot, if it broke his wrist. Bart called for an out curve as Dorrity stepped up to the plate; but Merry assumed a position that told everybody on the team he meant to use the famous reverse curve, which he alone could command and control.

Bart knew Merry was desperate, for Frank had told him he would not resort to that extreme in the game.

Dorrity was cool enough, but the first ball seemed just what he desired, and he bit at it. The reverse curve fooled him nicely, and he did not touch the ball.

“One strike!” declared the umpire.

Bart smiled grimly and nodded for another. Frank used exactly the same sort of a curve, and again Dorrity went after it and failed to connect.

“Why, it’s easy! it’s easy!” said Bart.

“A perfect snap,” assured Carson.

“Couldn’t hit one of them in fourteen million years,” said Ready.

“He’ll think he’s got the jam-jims—I mean the jim-jams,” came from Rattleton.

“Please let him hit it,” urged Browning. “I want another put-out in this inning. He can’t hit it out of the diamond.”