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This seemed to be the fear of most of the spectators, and yet Merriwell’s team received applause for its sharp practise-work.

Carker was batting to the infield, while one of the Stars batted to the outfield. Greg put the first ball down to Dick. It was a slow one, and the boy handled it successfully, throwing over to first on a line.

“That’s pretty good,” said a man.

“But it was easy,” asserted another. “Wait till a hot one comes down.”

A hot one did come down when Greg again batted to Dick, and the boy jumped in front of it, stopped it handsomely, handled it, whistled it across, and won a generous hand from the witnesses.

“I believe the kid can play!” cried a man.

“But he’ll never be able to hit Batch,” asserted another.

The time for the game to be called approached, and now the umpire appeared. Frank called his men in, and Dorrity courteously gave him the choice of innings.

“We’ll start with our outs,” said Merry, and they again entered the field.

“Play ball!”

The voice of the umpire rang out. The batter stepped up to the plate. The crowd settled down to watch the fun.