“Blistering billikens!” yelled Robbie, jumping up and down in his excitement. “He’s killed it!”
CHAPTER XIII
A NO-HIT GAME
Robbie had shouted too soon.
McGee at center and Burton at right had started running at the crack of the bat.
It seemed as though it was impossible that either should reach the ball in time. The sphere was going with the force of a bullet almost on a line.
But just as it was passing him Greaves, by an almost superhuman effort, launched himself into the air straight ahead of him and nabbed it with his gloved hand.
The force of the impact knocked him down and rolled him over and over. But when he got up the ball was in his hand.
It was an almost miraculous catch, such as occurs on the ball field only two or three times in a season.
There was a moment of stupefaction and then the crowd burst into a roar of applause. It had spoiled a perfectly good home run for Joe and prevented two scores for the Giants. But it was baseball of the finest kind, and the Giants themselves, despite their disappointment, were sportsmanlike enough to admire it.