But just as he did so---that ball dropped! It passed on a level two feet below the swinging stick, and Greg, with a quiet grin, neatly mitted it.
"Good!" muttered Coach Lawrence under his breath.

"Got any more like that, Prescott ?" he called.
"I think I have a few, sir, when I get my arm warmed up and limbered," Dick admitted.
"Take your time, then.

Don't knock your arm out of shape." Again Greg was signaling, though the signal was so difficult to catch that many of the onlookers wondered if Holmes really had signaled.
Swish---ew---ew---zip! Again Durville had fanned truly, though nothing but air.

The outshoot had seemed to spring lazily around, just out of reach of the end of his stick.
Now, every member of the squad, and all of the spectators were beginning to take keen notice.
"Slowly, Prescott.

Take your time between," admonished Lieutenant Lawrence, who knew how easily a pitcher out of training might wrench his muscles and go stale for several days.
Greg had signaled for what had once been one of his chum's best---a modification of the "jump ball" that had cost this young pitcher much hard study and arm-strain.
As Dick stood ready to let go of the ball he seemed inclined to dawdle over it.