'Sandy' saw me grinning at him in class yesterday and got as mad as a March hare; said I was 'deesrespectful.'" "But how did it happen ?" asked Neil, struggling with his laughter.
"Lacrosse," replied South.

"Murdoch was tending goal and I was trying to get the ball by him.

I tripped over his stick and banged my face against a goal-iron.

That's all." "Seems to me it's enough," said Foster.

"What did you do to Murdoch ?" South opened his eyes in innocent surprise.
"Nothing." "Nothing be blowed, my boy.