"What if you have got a bloody nose, and a lump on your forehead.

See here how my knuckles are badly skinned, will you; and I fancy I've something of a scratch on my right cheek, where he got to me.

We'll wash up back of the farmhouse, you and I, Owen.

Of course all the folks will have to know what's happened; but then we needn't be ashamed of the part we took in the little circus." "Yes, be a sport, Owen," said Thad, encouragingly.

"There isn't a single girl at the hop but who will sing out 'good!' when they hear that Nick Lang met his match tonight.