“No, baseball is my stunt.”
“Yes? So’s mine.”
“You catch, don’t you?” asked Joe. “I’ve heard of ‘Shorty’ Kendall.”
“That’s me,” came with a laugh. “Oh, that’s not so bad,” he went on as he looked at Joe’s foot. “A little swelled. Here, I’ll give it a rub,” and in spite of Joe’s half-hearted protests he proceeded to massage the ankle until it felt much better.
“Try to step on it,” directed Shorty Kendall.
Joe did so, and found that he could bear his weight on it with less pain.
“I guess you’ll do,” announced the Junior. “Cut along to your room now—or say—hold on, I can fix you up here for the night. I’ve got a couch——”
“No, thank you,” expostulated Joe. “The boys would worry if I didn’t come back.”
“You could send word——”