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WHEN his brother went down, Edward was standing with Lawrence and Keating on the farther side of the rink. “Whew, that was a hard one!” he exclaimed. Then he saw Charles lying motionless and the hockey players gathering round him.

“I—I’m afraid your brother’s hurt,” Lawrence said.

Edward was looking frightened, but he pulled a brave smile; “I guess they can’t knock Charles out,” he answered.

He started to run; the others followed. Dr. Vincent was just ahead of him, running too, and in the opening that the crowd made for the doctor Edward pushed through.

It was a wonderful relief to him, before even he could see Charles, to hear his brother’s voice, although it sounded queer and choked.