CHAPTER XVIII
SOME "OLD GRADS"
"What's the matter, old man?" inquired Sid the next morning as he rolled over in bed and looked at Tom.
"Matter? Why?"
"You look as if you'd been drawn through a knot hole, and a small one at that. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," and Tom tried to laugh it off. "I didn't sleep very well, that's all."
"For that matter, neither did I."
"Get out! I heard you snoring away like a boiler blowing off steam."
"Then I must have been tired. I never snore unless I am. Wow! ouch! Decameron's Prothonotary!"
Sid made a face that indicated intense anguish and put his hand to his side as he turned over in bed.
"What's the matter?" asked Tom anxiously.
"Strained my side when I slid for second base that time. I didn't notice it yesterday, but it hurts
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