His ironic shouts attracted the notice of arriving players.

Gideon Whipple stayed placid, smiling grimly, but Rapp, Senior, was nettled to retort.
"Mebbe you could do a whole lot better!" he called to Sharon in tones unnecessarily loud.
Sharon's reply, in a voice eminently soothing and by that calculated further to irritate the novice, was in effect that Rapp, Senior, might safely wager his available assets that Sharon Whipple could do better.
"Well, come on and do it then if you're so smart!" urged Rapp, Senior.
"Come on, once--I dare you!" Sharon scorned--but rather weakly--the invitation.

Secretly, through his hostile study of the game, he had convinced himself that he by divine right could do perfectly what these people did so clumsily.

Again and again his hands had itched for the club as he watched futile drives.

He knew he could hit the ball.