Nobody stopped the ball after you hit it, and the saices say it ran right through the goal.

So cheer up; you have got something for your pains and your tumble." It was quite true; the phlegmatic saices had watched the ball instead of the falling man.

Miss Westonhaugh, who was really a sensible and self-possessed young woman, and had begun to be sure that the accident would have no serious results, expressed the most unbounded delight.
"Thank you, Miss Westonhaugh," said Isaacs; "you have kept your promise; you have crowned the victor." "With brandy," I remarked, folding up a scarf which somebody had given me wherewith to tie a wet compress to the back of his head.
"There is nothing the matter," said Ghyrkins; "no end of a bad bruise, that's all.

He will be all right in the morning, and the skin is only a little broken." "Griggs," said Isaacs, who could now stand quite firm again, "hold the wet handkerchief in place, and give me that scarf." I did as he directed, and he took the white woollen shawl, and in half a dozen turns wound it round his head in a turban, deftly and gracefully.

It was wonderfully becoming to his Oriental features and dark eyes, and I could see that Miss Westonhaugh thought so.