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“Look here!” cried the umpire, “whom do you take me for? I know something about this game, and I have a good pair of eyes. Your Indian didn’t catch that ball.”

“He didn’t?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because he picked it up just after it struck the ground. I saw him do it.”

The words of the umpire caused great excitement on Merriwell’s team; but the players kept away and let Frank settle the matter, having been taught to do so.

The crowd had quieted down enough to hear something of what was being said, and great surprise was manifested by the decision.

“It’s an outrage!” exclaimed more than one.

The spectators were angry. A short time before they had been roaring and “rooting” for the home team, but the rank work of the umpire had turned all their sympathy to Merriwell’s team.

“That man is out on first!” shouted an excited spectator, as he stood up and made furious gestures.

“He’s out! he’s out!”

“Both of those runners are out!” yelled another man. “They ran on a fly ball that was caught. Come in, Merriwell!”