Coast's clear, now; you can come back.

We'll protect you," and so on.
These attentions made Dangle's visits to the field less frequent.

In school, he kept the swagger up still longer.
"So," said he one day to Clapperton, "I thought you didn't approve of cutting fellows dead ?" "No more I do." "Why do you do it, then ?" "Have you apologised to Rollitt ?" "No." "Has Rollitt thrashed you ?" "No." "When one or the other has happened, I shall be delighted to shake hands," said Clapperton.
The alternative was a dismal one, but Dangle saw no third way.

Which course was least to be desired he could not for the life of him decide.
A fight with Rollitt he knew would end disastrously.

But to apologise-- and in public! The reader has already had too football matches in the course of this story.