Get well and come back to us; all will be forgiven." "I'd like the chance of forgiving the fellow that jumped on my shoulder," said Neil.

"I'd send him to join Murdoch." "That's not nice," answered Foster gravely.

"Forgive your enemies.
Good-night, you cubs." "Hold on," said Livingston, "I'm going your way.

Good-night, Fletcher.
Cheer up and get well.

We need you and so does the team.