CHAPTER XI
JOE’S RUN
“Water here! Bring some water!” yelled Smart, who was holding down second base for the Reds. “He’s fainted I guess.”
There was a rush of players toward Joe, and Darrell was the first to reach him.
“What’s the matter, old man?” he asked sympathetically.
“I’m afraid I spiked him,” answered Smart, ruefully. “I jumped for the ball, and came down on his hand I guess.”
“Too bad,” murmured Darrell.
They turned Joe over, for he was lying on his face, and saw his left hand covered with blood.
“Where’s that first-aid kit?” called Tom Davis, who had rushed on the field on seeing his friend hurt.
“Here it is,” answered Rodney Burke, who acted as the amateur surgeon on the few times his services had been required. “I’ll bandage it up. Had we better get a doctor?”