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 to one requesting a straight drop, and the pitcher swung into a snappy, quick delivery.

The ball seemed to be too high, and not looking for the despised twirler to "put much on it," Grady permitted himself to be caught again. Down past his shoulders shot the sphere, to the instant croaking of "Strike tuh!" from the umpire.

"Hey, hey! What's comin' off here?" bellowed an uncoated, unshaven, collarless man back of first base. "Lightnin's hit agin in the same place."