"You didn't appear until just after I had kicked the ball." "Prescott is quite right, Mr.Cantwell," put in Coach Morton.
"None of us knew you were here in the passage until the ball had been kicked---not, in fact, until the ball was almost upon you." "Then, when you saw me, why didn't you call out to warn me ?" demanded the principal, still fearfully angry, though trying to keep back unparliamentary language.
"I did call out, sir," replied Dick.

"There was mighty little time to think, but I called out the two quickest words I could think of." "What did you call ?" demanded the principal.
"I yelled 'low bridge!'" "A most idiotic expression," snorted the principal.

"What on earth does it mean, anyway ?" "It means to duck, sir," Prescott answered.
"Duck ?" retorted Mr.Cantwell, glaring suspiciously at the sober-faced young left end.

"Now, what on earth does 'duck' mean, unless you refer to a web-footed species of poultry ?" "Prescott was rattled, beyond a doubt, Mr.Cantwell," interposed Coach Morton.

"So was I---the time was so short.