The third would have hit him if he had not dodged.
"Why don't you knock at the balls ?" asked Godfrey.
"I will, when you give better ones," said Andy, coolly.
"I don't believe you know how to bat," said Godfrey, with a sneer.
"I don't believe you know how to pitch," returned Andy.
"How's that ?" sending another ball whizzing by his left ear.
"I want them waist-high," said Andy.

"My waist is about two feet lower than my ears." Godfrey now resolved to put in a ball waist-high, but so swiftly that Andy could not hit it; but he had never seen Andy play.

Our hero had a wonderfully quick eye and steady hand, and struck the ball with such force to left field, that not only Charlie Fleming got in, without difficulty, but Andy himself made a home run.
"That's a splendid hit," exclaimed Charlie, with enthusiasm.

"I didn't think you could play so well." "I've played before to-day," said Andy, composedly.

"I told you I would get you in, and I meant what I said." Godfrey looked chagrined at the result.