But I thought you ought to know what I have been doing to enforce the rule, and what I mean to do.

I hope you will tell that coward I spoke of what he may expect." "Look here," said Felgate, firing up--for a baulked bully rarely talks in a whisper--"you may think yourself a very important person, but I don't." (This was the speech Felgate had prepared in case he had been ordered down to cricket.) "I consider the cricket rule is a bad one, and I'm not surprised if fellows kick against it.

I've something better to do than to go down to the field three times a week; and I shall certainly sympathise with any fellows who complain of it and try to get it abolished, and I've told them so.

You can do what you like with me.
I've told you what I shall do." "And I," said the captain, whose temper was extinguished, "have told you what I shall do.

Is this room large enough, or shall we come outside ?" Felgate stared at him in consternation.
"Whatever do you mean ?" "To fight." "Rot! I'm not going to fight." "Very well.