He was a man about twenty-eight years old, and looked even older, hence the nickname of Dad.
This man was most erratic and could not be relied upon.

Sometimes he would do brilliant work, and at other time children could have batted him all over the lot.

He was used only in desperate emergencies, and could not be counted on in a pinch.
During the whole of the second game with Harvard Frank sat on the bench, ready to go into the box if called on.

At first it looked as if he would have to go in, for the Harvard boys fell upon Heffiner and pounded him severely for two innings.

Then Hugh braced up and pitched the game through to the end in brilliant style, Yale winning by a score of ten to seven.
Heffiner, however, was forced to bathe his arm in witch hazel frequently, and as he went toward the box for the last time he said to Frank with a rueful smile: "You'll have to get into shape to pitch the last game of the series with these chaps.