"Yes, sir."
"That saved you from worse trouble, then. The ligaments are not torn at all. The worst you've met with, Prescott, is a wrench of the knee, and there's a little swelling. It hurt to stand on your foot when you first tried to do so, didn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"It would probably hurt a little less, now. No—-don't try it," as Dick started to bolster himself up. "You want that knee in shape at the earliest moment, don't you?"
"Of course I do, doctor."
"Then lie very quiet, and do, in everything, just what you are told."
"I've got to pitch to-morrow afternoon, you know, doctor. And
I've got to run bases."
Dr. Bentley pursed his lips.
"There's a chance in a thousand that you'll be able, Prescott.
The slight swelling is the worst thing we have to deal with,
I'm glad to say. We'll have to keep the leg pretty quiet, and
put cold compresses on frequently."
"I'll stay here and do it," volunteered Dave, promptly.