Bill shook his head despondently.
“Come on,” he said to his brother. “I—I’ll come back for the reading glasses later, doctor. I—I don’t just feel like it now,” and Cap linked his arm in that of Bill’s and led him away, the footsteps seeming to recite mockingly over and over again, like some death knell.
“You can’t—pitch—any—more! You can’t—pitch—any—more!”
CHAPTER XI
MEETING AN OLD FRIEND
For some time after leaving the doctor’s office neither Cap nor Bill spoke. The latter stumbled along, his mind filled with gloomy thoughts, and as for Cap he was wondering what he could say to take the pain from his brother’s heart. Wisely he concluded that he could say nothing. At length Bill spoke.
“Well, what do you think of it?” he asked.
“It might be worse,” replied Cap, as cheerfully as he could.