“What’s the matter?” Doctor Norcot and Professor Lukens had appeared from among the spectators.
After a brief examination by the doctor, Professor Lukens picked Phyllis up in his arms and started toward the infirmary with her.
Gale tore off the padding of her position and ran after them.
“But the game——” mildly protested a Junior.
“Get another goalie,” directed Gale and was gone.
Gale was forced to wait in the doctor’s office. She wriggled impatiently in the uncomfortable leather chair. Getting to her feet she walked restlessly to the window and around the room. There were a lot of medical books here which at another time would have interested her immensely. However, now she could think of nothing but Phyllis, of the whiteness of her friend’s face and the stillness with which she had lain on the field.
The door knob turned and the doctor came into the room. She was in the white clothes of her profession and wore the professional smile.
“Phyl——” Gale said.
“She’ll be all right,” the doctor assured her, “but her leg is fractured.”
“B-Broken?” Gale managed to whisper.