From where I was, it looked as if we was gettin' a good poundin' yestirday." "D'yeh think so ?" inquired the friend.

"I thought we handled 'em pretty rough yestirday." "Not a bit," said the youth.

"Why, lord, man, you didn't see nothing of the fight.

Why!" Then a sudden thought came to him.

"Oh! Jim Conklin's dead." His friend started.