It's too rough." "It does look a little rough," answered Mr.March.

"Do they often get hurt?
Seems as though when a boy had another fellow on his head, and another on his stomach, and another on his feet, and the whole lot of them banging away at once, seems like that boy would be a little uncomfortable." West laughed.
"Sometimes a fellow has his ankle sprained or a knee twisted, or a shoulder-bone bust, or something like that.

But it isn't often anything worse occurs." "Well, I suppose it's all right then.

Only when I was a boy we never went round trying to get our ankles sprained or our collar-bones broke; you young fellows are tougher than we were, I guess." "I shouldn't wonder, sir.

I believe Joel has been feeling pretty bad for a long time because he's got nothing worse than a broken finger." "What?
Broke his finger, did he?
Eh?
He didn't write anything about it; what's he mean, getting broken to pieces and not telling his parents about it ?" West glanced apprehensively at Joel, but the latter had missed the conversation, being busy following the progress of Barton, of the scrub, who was doing a long run along the side line.
"Well, it wasn't much of a break, sir.