“Then the teams were evenly matched?”
“Very, and for a while it was simply a toss up as to which would win. Boys, Halford has a pretty good nine this year.”
“How about Park?”
“Not so good as usual—in most respects not a bit better than the Halford team. If we can beat one of them we can beat the other.”
“And what do you think of our chances now?” I asked anxiously.
“Extremely good. I don’t think either of those nines are as good as the team that we can put in the field Saturday.”
Saturday! I had almost forgotten about my wrist, and the word suddenly brought back the recollection of my misfortune. I was reluctant to cast any cloud over the hopeful spirits of my companions, but I knew it had to come; so as soon as we reached Ray’s room I told him what had happened. I tried not to exaggerate it, and repeated the doctor’s very words, that they might know exactly what to expect. Their faces grew very serious at once. Ray examined my wrist anxiously, then bit his lip with annoyance.
“Well, in all my life,” he exclaimed, “I never ran up against such a succession of unlucky circumstances. It certainly seems as if everything was conspiring to destroy our chances.”
I tried to be as hopeful as possible.