That was the best joke on Eddie Lewisburg that ever was.

Come on! We MUST come on! Whee! Wow! "I don't know how it would have ended if some one hadn't butted head first through the mob and grabbed me by the shoulder.

I was ready to fight by this time, and maybe I'd have begun to fight if the chap who grabbed me hadn't been a few inches short of seven foot high.

And, besides that, I knew him.

'Twas Sam Holden, a young feller I knew when he boarded here one summer.