Sitting on the bleachers with the great mass of Yale rooters, Bruce Browning groaned.
“If this keeps up much longer,” he said, “we won’t have a man left who is not disabled. They’re lugging a man off every minute! It’s the ruin of the eleven!”
“Sheep your kirt on—I mean keep your shirt on!” spluttered Harry Rattleton. “Merriwell’s still in the game.”
“Yes, but he’s been laid out twice, and he’s staying by sheer grit. He may be a total wreck when the game is over.”
“Hodge has been carried off unconscious,” said Ben Halliday, his face white and drawn. “And they say Badger has a dislocated shoulder.”
“Don’t mention him!” snapped Jack Diamond. “What if he has a dislocated shoulder!”
“He can play football.”
“Bah! He’s treacherous! More than once he’s tried to hurt Merriwell in the game.”
“Still, it is strange that Merriwell himself declares Badger is one of the best half-backs Yale ever had.”
“Merriwell is too generous!”