The door opened and Simson entered.

"Simson," he called, "he says this may keep me laid up for two weeks.

It won't, will it ?" "I hope not, Fletcher.

But you must get it well healed, or else it may go back on you again.

Don't worry about--" "Don't worry! But, great Scott, the Robinson game's only a month off!" The trainer patted his arm soothingly.
"I know, but we must make the best of it.