His head was circled by a bandage that did not conceal the lump where he had been struck.

Jim looked a little pale, but he was bright enough.
"That was a hell of a biff Snell gave you, the skunk," I remarked with the same cheery assurance.
"Russ, I ain't accusin' Snell," remonstrated Jim with eyes that made me thoughtful.
"Sure, I know you're too good a sport to send a fellow up.

But Snell deserved what he got.

I saw his face when he made his talk to Sampson's court.

Snell lied.