Hey?
What ?" "I think he's all right, sir, for a touch-down," answered West gayly.
"Hello, there's Blair leaving the bunch.

Tally-Ho!" "I don't care if it's a steam-engine," shouted Mr.March, "he can't--I don't know but as he's gaining a little, that fellow.

Eh ?" "Looks like it," answered West, while Mrs.March, with her hand on her husband's arm, begged him to sit down and "stop acting so silly." "Geewhillikins!" cried Mr.March, "Joel's caught! No, he's not--yet--Eh ?--Too bad, too bad.

Run, Joel, he's got ye!" Suddenly Mr.
March, who had almost subsided on his seat, jumped again to his feet.
"Here! Stop that, you fellow! Hi!" He turned angrily to Outfield, his eyes blazing.

"What'd he knock him down for?
Eh?
What's he sitting on my boy for?
Is that fair?
Eh ?" West and Mrs.March calmed him down and explained that tackling was quite within the law, and that he only sat on him to prevent him from going on again; for Blair had cut short Joel's triumph fifteen yards from the goal line, and the spectators of the soul-stirring dash down the field were slowly settling again in their seats.