CHAPTER FIFTEEN
With one hand Jim drove aimlessly for a long while, not knowing what to do or where to turn. Then he remembered Jessup's advice. Jack Fisher was a guy to trust. Not quite realizing how he did it, he suddenly found himself knocking on Jack's door. The aghast reporter took one look at the youngster's bloody hand and rushed him around the corner to a neighborhood medico.
"Doctor," Jack inquired urgently, after sending Jim home in a cab. "I didn't want to ask you in front of the boy, but how serious is his injury? The boy's a football player, a passer. Will this injury have a permanent affect on his ability to throw a football?"
"Oh," replied the doctor knowingly. "Well, that kid won't throw a football for months. Those two thumb muscles, which are completely lacerated, w
