Yet he fanned for the third time.
"Batsman out!" Dan hesitated an almost imperceptible instant at the plate.

Swift as lightning he made a wry little mouth at Prescott.

It nearly broke Dick up with laughter as Dalzell stalked moodily to the bench and Dave stepped forward.
In fact, the Army pitcher choked and shook so that Durville called to him in a quiet, anxious voice from shortstop's beat: "Anything wrong, ramrod ?" None of the spectators heard this, but most of them saw Dick's short, vigorous shake of the head as he palmed the ball.
Then he let it go, for Darrin was waiting, and in grand old Dave's eyes flashed the resolve to retrieve what had just been taken from the Navy.
"Darry can't lose, anyway.

He'll take the conceit out of these Army hikers," predicted some of the knowing ones among the Navy fans.
"Ball one!" Though not sure, Dave had expected this, and did not try keenly for Dick's first delivery, which, as he knew of old, was seldom of this pitcher's best.
Then came what looked like a high ball.

Of old, this had been the poorest sort for Darrin to bit, and Dick seemed to remember it.