The sound of that blow would never be forgotten by those eager Scranton fans.

It was as loud and clear as the stroke of a woodsman's ax on a hollow tree.

And they saw the ball speeding away out dead ahead.

Everybody started up again to watch its course, while shouts rent the air.
Major was making along like mad.

No use, Major, because that ball is ticketed for a home run, and nothing on earth but a collapse of the part of the fellow spinning around the bases can prevent it.
When the ball struck the ground Major was not within thirty feet of it.