“I beg pardon?” said I.
Bayliss repeated his question.
“Oh, yes,” said I, and looked down again at the foot.
“So I have been told,” said the questioner, triumphantly. “And without that—er—armor many of the players would be killed, would they not?”
“What? Oh, yes; yes, of course.”
“And many are killed or badly injured as it is?”
“Oh, yes.”
“How many during a season, may I ask?”
“Eh? Oh—I don't know.”
“A hundred?”