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Instantly the whole field was in an uproar. The Hornets, fighting mad, invaded the diamond in a body. Schaeffer, his face white as that of the unconscious man, half turned as if to run. Then he straightened up and faced the music.
"It――wasn't my fault," he stammered. "He was out of his box. He couldn't get away from my inshoot."