"Strike him out!"
"The game is ours, Joe!"
But another heavy hitter was up, and there was still work for Baseball Joe to do.
To his alarm, as he sent in his first ball, there came to his arm that had been twisted on the car, a twinge of pain.
"My! I hope that doesn't bother me," thought Joe, in anxiety.
"Ball one," announced the umpire.
Joe delivered a straight, swift one. His arm hurt worse, and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying out.
"Strike!" grunted the umpire, and there was some balm for Joe in that.
The batter hit the next one for a dribbler, and just managed to reach first.
"If I could only have managed to get him out!" mused Joe. "I'd be done now. But I've got to do it over again. I wonder if I can last out?"