"Look at 'em goin' to it." Bert was beside himself.

He leaped up and down and cried continuously.
"Look at 'em! Look at 'em! Look at 'em!" The Oakland faction was outraged.

Twice had its favorite runner been jobbed out of the race.

This last was only another vile trick of the Frisco faction.

So Oakland doubled its brawny fists and swung into San Francisco for blood.