In spite of the teacher's half-pleading commands, they made a rush and formed a ring around the fighters.
"Go it, J'rome!" they shouted.

"Give it to him! You're a fighter, you be.

Look at J'rome Edwards lickin' a feller twice his size.

Hi! Go it, J'rome!" "Boys!" called the teacher.

"Boys!" Some of the smaller girls began to cry and clung to her skirts; the elder girls watched with dilated eyes, or laughed with rustic hardihood for such sights.