It was a busy scene.

The trainer and his assistants were working like mad.

The doctor and the head coach were talking twenty to the second.

Everybody was explaining everything, and the indefatigable coaches were hurrying from man to man, instructing, reminding, and scolding.
Joel had only to look on, save when he lent a hand at removing some torn and stubborn jersey, or at finding lost shin-guards and nose masks, and so he found a seat out of the way, and, searching the room with his gaze, at length found Prince.

That gentleman was having a nice, new pink elastic bandage put about his ankle.