A barn door was procured and a blanket thrown over it, and on this the hurt student was placed and six others carried him to the mansion. In the meantime there had been a great cheering over Oak Hall's victory, but this soon came to an end when it was known that Phil Lawrence had been seriously hurt.
"I hope his skull hasn't been fractured," said Dave. "He certainly came down hard. I heard the thump plainly."
"So did I," answered Babcock, and then he ran off to see how Henshaw was faring. He found the latter sitting up in an easy-chair, as pale as death itself.
"Won out, eh?" said Henshaw, weakly. "Good enough!"
"How do you feel now?" questioned Babcock.
"Oh, my stomach is better and the dizziness is gone. But I am as weak as a rag."
Through an attendant Henshaw had heard of the arrival of Dave and Babcock and of the progress of the great game. He was shocked to learn that Phil had been seriously hurt.
"This will put a damper on the celebration," said he, and he was right. Only a few cared to celebrate with Phil, for all they knew, lying at death's door. The sufferer was still unconscious, and a messenger had been sent off for another physician who was also a surgeon.
"This takes the edge off the victory," said Dave. "I'd rather lose than have anybody seriously hurt."
"Morr, we are mighty sorry for this," said the captain of the Rockville eleven, coming up. "I am sure you know it wasn't done intentionally."