“Yes; I am afraid he is in for a sick spell. It’s lucky none of the rest of us are in bed. How’s your head, old man?”
“Oh, I’d hardly know anything had happened to it. Just cut my scalp a little, that’s all.”
“It looked pretty serious for you when I found you covered with blood in that mess, Hal.”
“I came to speak about that, Merriwell. They tell me you crawled back into that wreck after every one save me was out of it. You did that for me, and yet you must have known——”
He stopped, biting his lip.
“Go ahead, Hal,” urged Dick. “I must have known—what?”
“Well, you know what happened in that baseball game. You saw the kind of a game I put up, didn’t you?”
“Of course.”
“What did you think of it?”
“You were out of practice.”