"I believe you could fight, boy, if you were forced to." In the shed they sluiced each other with pails of water, had a rub down and got into their dressing gowns.
"I feel fine, now, dad, and ready for anything," said Barry, glowing with his exercise and his tub.

"I was feeling like a quitter.

I guess that asthma got at my nerve.

But I believe I will see it through some way." "Yes ?" said his father, and waited.
"Yes.

They were talking blue ruin in there to-night.