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“Run!” yelled Ready, suddenly rousing up. “Dig, you duffer! It’s a hit!”

Carker had been amazed by his own success, but he came out of his “trance” in a moment and hustled down to first. Gamp was there, and he made Carker stick to the bag.

Merriwell grasped a bat and stepped up to the plate. Batch was afraid of Merry, for he knew Frank was a good hitter, and he started in to try to “pull” the batter.

Apparently Frank was ready and anxious to “lace” the first good one, but his judgment seemed good, as he let the first two pass, and both were called balls.

Batch was holding Carker close to first. As Hanson, the catcher of the Stars, was a good thrower, there seemed little chance for Greg to steal second.

The third ball was pretty high, and Merry took a chance on it by failing to swing. A strike was called. Frank simply shook his head, thus expressing his belief that the decision was not correct.

The next ball was a drop, and it seemed too low, so Merry let that pass. Another ball was called.