Crack!--away it sailed into the right field.
"Go, long legs!" was screamed at Dismal Jones, who sprinted for it with all his might.
The next man of the Hartfords at the bat was the pitcher, Pink Wilson, a fellow almost as tall and lank as Dismal Jones, with a hatchet face and a corkscrew nose.

His admirers said he got that twisted nose from watching his own curves in delivering.

He came up confident, thinking he understood the tricks of the Kansan pretty well, and that he would be easy.

But almost before he knew it the umpire called "one strike." "That ball must have passed this side of the plate," he declared.

"It was an in, and I had to jump to get out of the way." "Don't jump at shadows!" shouted a Yale sophomore.