THE HOUR OF TORMENTING DOUBT "Oh, no! That mustn't be.

I've got to pitch in to-morrow's game!" Prescott ground out the words between his clenched teeth.

The consciousness of pain was again asserting itself.
"What's the matter, Prescott ?" called the first passer-by to reach him.
"Matter enough," grumbled Dick, pointing to the pole that lay near him.

"See that thing ?" "Yes.

Trip over it ?" "I did.