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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Strike one!" called Tozier, shifting a pebble to his left hand. Ted grinned derisively as he twisted the leather for the next throw. "Ball one!" and a bean followed the pebble into the umpire's left hand. "Strike two! Ball two! Ball three!" Ted Teall began to feel angry over the growing pile of called balls. He delivered one with great care. Whack!
"Well, which one of you is going to call?" inquired Tozier. "Teall," Dick again answered. "Oh, all right, then," nodded Ted. "I suppose, Prescott, you feel that, whichever way I call, I'd wish I'd taken the other way." The coin spun upward in the air, for Ben Tozier was a master of the art of flipping. "Tails," announced Teall. "It's heads this time," announced Umpire Tozier. "Captain Prescott?"
"If the batsman talks again he will be ordered off the grounds," declared Umpire Tozier sternly. But Dick felt the sting of his opponent's taunt and longed to be even. Greg signaled for a drop ball -a difficult one for a schoolboy to throw. It was the first time in the game that Greg had asked for this. Dick "made up" the ball with extra care, then let it go.
"Play ball, you red-heads!" jeered a boy, referring to the bright red caps of the North Grammars. "Don't holler for the police until you find out whether you can stand up to the Centrals." "Now, let us stop all guying of the players and all other nonsense," called Tozier firmly, as he held up his right hand. "Remember that we are here to see a game and not to listen to cheap wit."
Dick ran down to the pitcher's box, while Greg, slipping on mask and glove, took up his position behind the plate. Tozier carelessly broke the seal on the package enclosing a ball, inspected it, and dropped it into Dick's hands. Dick threw an overshoot to Greg, who mitted it neatly. But Ted Teall could not let the occasion go by without some nonsense. "Whack!" shouted Teall. "Woof!
"Gladys," says he, "this is Valentina Tozier, that I've told you so much about. Valentina, I want you to know Miss Prentice." "Ah!" says Gladys, a bit choky and archin' her eyebrows sarcastic. "I I recall the name." You'd 'most thought Valentina would have been fussed to flinders about then; but, beyond actin' a little dazed, she don't show it.
"Isn't that the place he discovered when he was sent South to bake out his shoulder? Florida, isn't it?" "West coast," says Valentina. "Of course," says Mr. Robert. "He talked a lot about it. Seemed to have grown rather fond of the people there." "We all thought a heap of Warrie," says Miss Tozier, lettin' loose that mesmerizin' smile of hers. Mr.
But Tozier might call a strike on me -most likely would. Darry, you idiot, you've got to hit the next delivery, even if it goes by you ten feet from the line." Poising himself on tip-toe, Dave awaited the coming of the ball. Wells, with a wicked grin, signaled for a ball that he felt sure would catch Dave napping. Earlier in the game it might have done so, but Ted's right "wing" was now drooping.
Hi Martin flashed a warning look at the catcher for his nine, then sent a sweeping glare around the bases. Greg and Dick smiled sweetly back. "Play ball!" ordered Umpire Tozier. Dan Dalzell was now at bat, tingling with anxiety, though his grin seemed a yard wide. "Oh, you Danny Grin! Eat the leather!" appealed a Central rooter from the side.
"Remember, kill me with hard work, but don't let the Souths score!" Ted Teall went to bat first for his side. Teall's grin, as he swung his stick and waited, was more impudent than ever. He meant to show the bumptious Centrals a thing or two. Then in came Dick's wickedest drop ball, and it looked so good that Captain Ted took a free chance. "Strike one!" remarked Umpire Tozier.
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