Some of the visitors hardly liked this; it smacked too much of rank treachery to please them.

It was all very well for visitors to deride the home team in order to "rattle" the pitcher; but for fellows living in Scranton to indulge in this sort of thing did not seem right.
Hugh believed he had had quite enough of this see-saw business.

If Frazer was going to "jump" in that miserable fashion the game was as good as gone.

He disliked doing it the worst kind, but he saw the appealing look Frazer shot in his direction on third when the visitors once more started their bombardment.

It meant Frazer had lost all confidence in his ability to stop the threatened rally; and that he was making signs for help.
So Hugh took him out.
It was Alan Tyree who stepped into the box, and began to toss a few balls to the backstop, in order to limber up his arm; while the visiting batsman waited the signal from the umpire to toe the home plate, and get ready to strike.
Just three times did Alan send in one of his terrific shoots that fairly sizzled as they shot past; three times the heavy batter cut the thin air with his club, and then walked over to where his companions sat in a clump, watching curiously to see how the change was going to work.
Up came the next visitor on the list, who also made light with the offering of poor Frazer.