And he'd have gotten me too, if Brice hadn't sailed into him.

In the scrimmage I made a fool of myself as usual, and slugged the wrong man with a monkey wrench.

Poor Brice's reward for saving my life was a broken head.

He's staying the night with us.

He--" The big man had spoken glibly, but with a nervousness which, more and more, cropped out through his noisy joviality.