“No-side,” said Mr. Aldridge, the master who was refereeing.
Clowes got up.
“All over,” he said. “Jolly good game. Hullo, what’s up?”
For Barry seemed to be in trouble.
“You might give us a hand up,” said the latter. “I believe I’ve twisted my beastly ankle or something.”
XV
A SPRAIN AND A VACANT PLACE
“I say,” said Clowes, helping him up, “I’m awfully sorry. Did I do it? How did it happen?”
Barry was engaged in making various attempts at standing on the injured leg. The process seemed to be painful.
“Shall I get a stretcher or anything? Can you walk?”