Joe heard the ball strike the farther fence and a wild hope came into his heart that he might make a home run.
“I’m going to do it! I’m going to do!” he whispered to himself as he turned first and sped like the wind for second base. Could he beat the ball in? That was what he was asking himself. That was what hundreds of frantic fans were asking themselves.
CHAPTER XII
DISCONTENT
“Leg it, Joe! Leg it!”
“Keep on! Keep on!”
“He can’t get you in time!”
“A home run! A homer, old man!”