Forgotten, in an instant, was the youngster's pain. His face went white with another throbbing realization.
"The game to-morrow! This knee puts me out!"
CHAPTER XVI
THE HOUR OF TORMENTING DOUBT
"Oh, no! That mustn't be. I've got to pitch in to-morrow's game!"
Prescott ground out the words between his clenched teeth. The consciousness of pain was again asserting itself.
"What's the matter, Prescott?" called the first passer-by to reach him.
"Matter enough," grumbled Dick, pointing to the pole that lay near him. "See that thing?"
"Yes. Trip over it?"
"I did. But some one thrust it between my legs as I was running past here."