"If they don't, think how rotten we'll feel!" Tom smiled, wincing with the twinge from his swollen lip.

"I suppose someone's got to feel bad.

Come on." In the locker room and in the rubbing room beyond all was bustle.

The rubber was hard at work over the table and Danny Moore was already busy with surgeon's plaster and medicated gauze and nasty smelling lotion.
There was very little talk as yet.

Fellows sank on to benches and wearily relaxed their tired muscles.