“Would you?” asked Amy doubtfully. “Somehow I hate to see the ‘varsity
trampled on and defeated, Clint. Would you mind asking ‘Boots’ to be
merciful today! Tell him you’ve got a friend with you who’s soft-hearted
and hates the sight of blood.”
“Who is Horace!” asked Clint dejectedly.
“Yes, clear the aisle, please, Byrd,” called another.
“That’s the stuff, all right,” said the Chief with satisfaction. “And I
guess it’s all here, from the looks. You’d better dig down and make
sure, though.”
“Don’t be an ass,” begged the other. “You can’t do that.”
face
“All right!” Dreer stepped forward and shot his closed fist into Penny’s
face. The blow missed its full force, since Penny, seeing it coming,
dodged so that it caught him on the side of the chin. But it was enough
to send him staggering to the wall.
