ut quietly, and Kennedy still slept,
moving and muttering in his sleep, as if dreaming of the battle. He
remained quiet for a few moments, and then said:

"Nurse, please bring me my clothes."

"You must wait until after breakfast," she said, coming to the bedside.
"Dr. Anderson was here a short time ago, and said I was to give you
your breakfast when you awoke, then call him."

"But I'm in a hurry," protested the player. "I can't wait. They'll be
anxious about us."

"The doctor said he would give you treatment and massage, so that you
could get out more quickly," she responded. "I'll bring breakfast and
then call him."

Kennedy, feeling much refreshed, but too sore and stiff to move without
suffering, was awakened for breakfast, and he and Swanson discussed the
situation in low tones as they ate.

It was past one o'clock before Swanson commenced to worry about the
failure of the doctor to come. After fuming and fretting for more than
half an hour he rang for the nurse and sent her in quest of Dr.
Anderson. She returned soon and reported that he had been summoned
suddenly to assist in performing an important operation, but that he
probably would return soon. Not until two o'clock had passed did
Swanson commence to become seriously disturbed at the failure of the
doctor to appear. A short nap had refreshed him somewhat, and when
Kennedy announced that it was past two o'clock he waited a few moments,
then commenced ringing the call bell by his bedside to summon the
nurse. There was no response, and growing angry and impatient, he rang
again and again.

"If I only had a pair of pants," wailed the helpless giant, "I'd break
out."

He climbed out of bed and searched the room. In his impatience he
bumped his wounded head, and blood flowed afresh from under the
bandages, and with a movement of his arm he smeared it over his face.
The giant Swede was working himself into a fury. Every few moments he
rang the bell, and a few moments before three o'clock the nurse, calm
and appearing as if nothing unusual was happening, came in.

"Did you ring?" she inquired.

Swanson started to explode, but stood looking at her in helpless fury.

"Get me my clothes," he ordered in tones that frightened the girl,
trained as she was to the outbursts of patients.

"Get me my clothes," he repeated.

"It is against orders," she said hesitatingly. "You cannot go until
the doctor"----

"Get me my clothes," he half screamed