And Mrs.
March was in a tremor of dismay lest some one should throw Joel down as she had seen Blair thrown.

Mr.March had not quite recovered from his resentment over his son's failure to apprise him of the broken finger, which, after all, was only broken in West's imagination, and viewed his advent on the field with disfavor.
Outfield began to wonder if his pleasant fiction regarding Joel's finger was to lead to unpleasant results, when Mr.March relieved his mind somewhat by suddenly taking interest in the career of his son, who was trying to make an end run inside Dutton with half the scrub hauling, pushing, pulling, shoving him along.
"Er--isn't that likely to be bad for that finger of his ?" "Oh, no, sir," answered West.

"He looks out for his finger all right enough.

There, he made the distance.

Bully work.