“I’ll go for a doctor,” suggested Walter hastily. But Carlton himself protested so strongly that the plan was abandoned—at least for the present—and then the four boys seated themselves to talk over what had occurred and what was to be done.
“That fellow will leave to-night if he knows what is good for him!” said Ned angrily. “He’s the worst I ever saw. Did he hurt your pitching arm any more?” he added, turning to Dan as he spoke.
“I don’t know. I can’t just tell,” replied Dan.
“Do you think you can pitch next week?”
“I guess so.”
“We’ll be in a hole if you can’t. Come on. We’ll go over and get the doctor started on it right away.”
“Hold on a minute, fellows,” said Walter. “I’ve got something I want to say to you.”
“Say it and be quick about it,” replied Ned brusquely.
“I want to tell you all that I’ve been a chump.”
“That’s right, Walter, you certainly have,” said Hodge brutally.