Fred Ripley's mouth was wide open, his breath coming jerkily.
Three fine inshoots followed.

The hundreds on the seats were standing up now.

Then, to rest his arm, Dick, who was wholly collected, and as cool as a veteran under fire, served the spectators with a glimpse of an out-curve that was not quite like any that they had ever seen before.

This out-curve had a suspicion of the jump-ball about it.
Dick was pitching easily, now.

He had gotten his warming and his nerve, and appeared to work without conscious strain.
"Do you want more, sir ?" called Dick, at last.
"No," decided Coach Luce.