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Rh patient lay in bed, suffering the severe pain that had developed from the setting of the broken bone.

"How are you getting on, Ormsby?" he asked.

"Oh, pretty well, I guess, thank you," Rupert answered cheerfully.

Herrick was silent a moment, standing by the bed, and Rupert said, "Won't you sit down?"

"Of course you know how it happened," Herrick said, not heeding the invitation, "and you must know, too, how sorry and ashamed I feel. If I'd supposed it would mean anything serious like this"—

"Oh, that's all right." Rupert stretched out a forgiving hand. "We won't talk about it. I hear that you played the game of your life the second half—and kept us from pulling off the championship, after all."

"You would n't have thought I was doing much if you'd been opposite me," Herrick replied, embarrassed. "Oh, it's good of you to try, Ormsby, but you can't let me down