Jackwell, who had been standing near Joe while the latter was putting the balls over to Mylert, started to run out with the rest, but suddenly he halted and stood in his tracks like a stone image.
Joe, who, out of the corner of his eye, had noted the action, turned to him in surprise.
“What’s the matter, Jackwell?” he asked, eying the new third baseman keenly.
“I—I can’t go on,” stammered Jackwell.
Joe noted that he had suddenly turned white.
[CHAPTER II]
A BITTER STRUGGLE
Jackwell’s legs were sagging, and Joe, alarmed at his condition and afraid that he was going to fall, put his arm about the baseman’s shoulder to support him.
“Brace up, old man,” he counseled. “What’s come over you?”