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"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?"