"The fact is," said he, a trifle nervously, but in his friendliest tones--"the fact is--I don't know what you think, but I'd be awfully glad if you fellows would back me up for a week or two in Welch's.

Of course, you know, the doctor's put me here, and I don't suppose you're much alarmed by the move, eh?
You needn't be." "We aren't," said Morgan, in a decidedly mild attempt at heroism.
"I'm glad of that," said the captain; whereat the rest of the company laughed at the unlucky Morgan, who had quite expected the joke to go the other way.

"You know," continued Riddell, sitting upon the table and talking as familiarly as though he were in his own study, "I'd rather like if among us we could pull Welch's up a bit before the end of the term.

It seems rather a shame, for instance, we didn't have a boat on the river these races, and that there's not a single Welcher in the first eleven." "It's a beastly shame!" said Philpot.

"Bloomfield's down on us, you know; he's got a spite against us." "Oh! I don't know," said Riddell.