“What do you mean by that?” demanded Gus, turning sharply to Ned. “If you don’t know, I can’t explain. Come on, Dan,” he added, turning to the pitcher. “Come on; we’ll run up to the room and take a look at the poor chap. “We’ll be back by the time the rest of you are on the field. If we aren’t, Samson will bat flies for you.” Abruptly departing from the dressing-room, Dan and Ned ran to the dormitory and in a brief time entered Walter’s room. They found him standing beside the table and his pale face and general appearance at once betrayed his suffering. “What’s the trouble, Walter?” inquired Ned. “Are you sick?” “Awfully,” groaned Walter. “Had the doctor?” continued Ned. “I don’t want any doctor.” “If you’re sick you ought to have one.” “I’ll be all right in a little while. I’ll get into the game too, before it’s ended!” he added savagely. “You can’t put me out in any such way as this!” The angry boy was looking directly at Dan as he spoke. “You act as if you thought Dan was to blame,” said Ned. “Well, what if I do?” demanded Walter testily. “He knows whether or not he had anything to do with it.” “Yes, I guess we all know that without asking Dan,” said Ned quietly. “We’ll have to start the game, Walter, without you. If you feel better a little later――――” “Who’s going to play short?” broke in Walter. “I’ll put Sam Ventnor in for a while.” “It’s just a part of a trick to shut me out,” declared Walter fiercely. “Let me tell you what will be good for you,” interrupted Ned in a low voice. “Why don’t you say it?” asked Walter sharply as Ned waited. “Have you ever thought of trying ipecac?” “Have I what?” Walter was staring at Ned, and to the two boys it almost seemed that his pallor deepened. “Have you thought of trying ipecac?” repeated Ned soberly. “It’s said to be good for some things as well as for others.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Think it over and perhaps you’ll find out. If you don’t, ask Gus Kiggins. He may be able to help you find out. If you feel better, Walter, come down to the field.” “Walter,” inquired Dan, who had been silent throughout the conversation, “don’t you want me to stay here with you?” “And not pitch?” demanded Ned, aghast, as he turned to his friend. “I guess Walter will be all right by the time I’m needed.” “No! I don’t want you here!” almost shouted Walter. “I wish you never had been here! You’ve made trouble ever since you entered. I was a fool――――”