You've soldiered half the time.
And I think we can get along without you for the rest of the season." Mills, his blue eyes sparkling, turned away, and Stowell and White, who for a minute past had been striving to check Cowan's utterances, now managed to drag him away.
"Shut up!" whispered White hoarsely.

"Don't be a fool! Come out of here!" And they hauled him outside, where, on the porch, he gave vent anew to his wrath until they left him finally in disgust.
He slouched in to see Paul after dinner that evening, much to Neil's impatience, and taking up a commanding position on a corner of the study-table, recited his tale of injustice with great eloquence.

Paul, who had spent the afternoon with other unfortunates on the benches, was full of sympathy.
"It's a dirty shame, Tom," he said.

"And I'm glad you waded into Mills the way you did.

It was fine!" "Little white-haired snake!" exclaimed Cowan.