CHAPTER X
THE DOCTOR’S VERDICT
“Maybe if you take a few days’ rest you’ll be all right, Bill,” suggested Pete a little later, when the brothers were in their connecting rooms.
“That’s it,” agreed Cap eagerly. “A rest will do you good, Bill, and then you’ll be in shape for the try-out just before the first league game. Take a good rest.”
“I’m not tired,” protested Bill who sat in a corner nervously fingering his pitching glove. “Why should I need a rest?” He asked the question fiercely as though there was some disgrace attached to it.
“But your eyes,” said Cap. “You know you’re off in your pitching.”
“That’s right—I did rotten to-day, and if I’d been in a game they’d have knocked me out of the box. But I’ll be all right in a few days more. That lump is still as sore as the mischief,” and he tenderly felt of the place where the batted ball had hit him.
“And if you don’t get all right?” asked Cap softly.
“Then I’ll see a doctor!” exclaimed Bill with energy. “I’m not going to lose a chance to pitch on the Varsity this season, and I believe I will have a chance. I’ve been watching Mersfeld, and he’s not such a wonder.”