But I won't let you, if I can stop it," Prescott added wistfully.
So Dave departed, for he was accustomed to following the wishes of the head of Dick & Co.

in such matters.
Mrs.Prescott had come in as soon as the lad had been placed between the sheets.

Dr.Bentley gave some further directions, then left something that would quiet the pain without having the effect of an opiate.
"It all depends on keeping the leg quiet and keeping the cold compresses renewed," were the medical man's parting words.
Twenty minutes later Dave telephoned the store below.

Darrin was in a state of great excitement.
"Tell Dick, when he's awake in the morning," begged Dave of Mr.
Prescott, who answered the call, "that Gridley pitchers seem to be in danger to-night.

At least, _two_ of 'em are.