Great beads of perspiration stood out on his face.

Two men scored, despite him, and the visitors had the lead again.
"I believe I'll try it in the box," Frank mentally decided.

"Perhaps I may hold Ready steady.

It looks like the only show to win out." When Merriwell finally went into the box, seeing that it must be done, Badger retired with as good grace as he could, though his dark face was flushed.
"There would be no trouble if it wasn't for Jack Ready!" he asserted.

"I can pitch all right, but the pitcher isn't the whole battery!" "Your delivery bothers him," Merriwell explained.