He ran straight to the young pitcher's side, kneeling close by him.
"You've given your knee a fearful twist, Prescott.

I could see it," said Luce sympathetically.
"What do I care ?" Dick called back, his face beaming.

"The score's safe, isn't it ?" Had it not been for the state of his knee Prescott would have been snatched up by a dozen hands and rushed across the field in triumph.

But Mr.Luce waved them all back.

Dick's father and mother came hurrying across the field to see what was wrong with their boy.
"Let me lean on you as I get up, Mr.Luce," begged Dick, and the coach was only too quick to help the boy to his feet.