“Phil’s hurt!” cried Tom, and his heart reproached him for keeping quiet about the warning. “That was done on purpose!”
[There was a rush to where Phil lay]. Nottingham was bending over him.
“By Jove, old man!” he exclaimed contritely. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Hope I didn’t tackle you too hard.”
He began rubbing Phil’s hands. Holly Cross passed his fingers over the quarter-back’s head.
“He got a nasty bump!” he exclaimed. “Bring some water.”
The cold fluid revived the injured lad. He struggled to get up.
“Lie still!” insisted the captain.
“I’m—I’m all right,” replied Phil, though faintly. “My head hit a stone, I guess. Give me a little water, and I’ll go on with the game!”