Bruce Beresford fidgeted. He seemed at a loss for an explanation. Then he scanned the friendly face of Dave, and the good natured one of his assistant.
“Well, it’s my ears,” he said, slowly, evidently embarrassed.
“Your ears; what about them?” asked Dave, curiously.
“They’ve been cut,” explained the orphan. “And they’re not healed yet. I keep them covered up to keep out the germs the doctor said were floating in the air. But they’re getting better now.”
He took off the skull cap and showed where both ears presented a red surface.
“How in the world did that happen?” asked Hiram. “Have you been playing football?”
CHAPTER XIV
THE NEW HELPER
Bruce replaced the cap back over his injured ears and smiled at his two friends.