The third ball was nearly up to his form; the fourth, wholly so.

Now, Fred sent in two more spitballs, then changed to other styles.

He was pitching famously, now.
"That's all, unless you wish more, sir," announced Fred, finally, when the ball came back to him.
"It's enough.

Magnificently done," called Coach Luce, after a glance at the two members of the Athletic Committee.
"Oh, you Rip!" "Good old Rip!" The cheering commenced again, swelling in volume.
Coach Luce signaled to Dick Prescott, who, coolly, yet with a somewhat pallid face, came forward to the box.

He removed the wrapping from a new ball and took his post.
The cheering stopped now.