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Frank settled himself firmly on the ground, just as Bart was ready to start down to ask what was the matter. Then he sent over a high, straight one that would have been a ball had the batter let it alone.

But the batter hit it. The man with the stick happened to be Hanson, the heavy hitter of the Stars, and he tapped the ball a terrible crack.

Away sailed the sphere, going out on a line over the infield, and Hanson’s legs took him flying down to first.

Both Swiftwing and Gamp went after the ball, but Frank saw at once that neither of them could catch it.

Swiftwing was a great runner, and he sped to cut the ball off after it struck the ground.

Hanson crossed first and tore along to second, urged by the roaring crowd.

Bart Hodge groaned as he saw the ball strike the ground and go bounding away into left field, with Swiftwing tearing after it.

“Home run! home run!” yelled the spectators, while one of the home team raced down to third, to be on hand there and send Hanson home as he came along.