But the others watched the
ball, and a moment later saw it crash through one of Mr. Morrison's
windows.
By this time Bunny was at third base. He did not stop there, but ran on
in, touched home plate, and sank down to rest, very tired but happy
because he was sure his side would now win the ball game.
Out in the field, near the fence that was around Mr. Morrison's house,
Bobbie Boomer was calling:
"I can't get the ball! I can't get the ball! It's in Mr. Morrison's
house!"
And, surely enough, that's where it was--right in the house. It had gone
through the window.
"I--I made the home run all right!" panted Bunny Brown. "I told you I
would, Charlie Star!"
Bunny had run so fast that he had not heard the tinkle of the breaking
glass, nor had he seen where his ball went.
"Yes, you made a home run all right!" yelled Charlie. "And now we'd
better all _run home_ or Old Morrison will be after us for busting his
window. Come on, fellows! Let's run home!"
The game was practically over, and a number of the boys, fearing the
anger of Mr.
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