Mr.Robey and "Boots" were consulting in low tones by one of the grated windows.

Tom eased himself to a seat and began to strip down one torn woollen stocking, displaying an abrasion along the shin bone that brought an exclamation from Steve.
"Shut up," said Tom.

"Swipe a bunch of that absorbent cotton from Danny for me, will you?
If he sees this he will make a fuss about it.

I don't want it to get stiff on me.

Hi, Fowler, how is it ?" "All right," replied the left-guard, working a bunch of bleeding knuckles experimentally.