It was Dan who had knocked and who, at Arthur’s invitation, entered. At his heels came Tom Roeder. Dan had a frown on his forehead and looked tired and worried.
“Hello!” greeted Arthur cheerfully. “Hello, Tom! What price me?”
“It’s a shame, Arthur,” said Dan. “I don’t know what the team is going to do without you, either.”
“Going to win,” laughed Arthur. “Don’t let that bother you.”
“How are you feeling?” asked Dan anxiously.
“Oh, fine! I could get up and walk around, only that brute of a doctor won’t let me.”
“You’d better not try it,” said Tom sternly. “What does he say about the knee?”
“All right in a week or so.”
“It’s my fault for insisting on your coming out for the team,” Dan grieved.