"Dr.Bentley is medical examiner to the High School athletic teams.

Ask Dr.Bentley if he won't come in here.

Stand still, Dick, and put all the weight you can on your sound leg." Prescott was already doing this.
Dr.Bentley, a strong looking man of about fifty, rather short though broad-shouldered, took a quick survey of the situation.
"One of you men help me put Prescott in the tonneau of my car," he directed, "and come along with me to Prescott's home.

The lad must not step on that leg until it has been looked at." Dick found himself being lifted and placed in a comfortable seat in the after part of the auto.

Dave and the man who had helped the physician got in with him.
Barely a minute later Dr.Bentley stopped his car before the Prescott book store.
"You stay in the car a minute," directed the physician.