Why do you always throw yourself in the way of getting thrashed ?" I turned to the speaker, who by this time had reached the spot where we stood.

Conway slunk off, favoring me with a parting scowl of defiance.
I gave my hand to the boy who had befriended me--his name was Jack Harris--and thanked him for his good-will.
"I tell you what it is, Bailey," he said, returning my pressure good-naturedly, "you'll have to fight Conway before the quarter ends, or you'll have no rest.

That fellow is always hankering after a licking, and of course you'll give him one by and by; but what's the use of hurrying up an unpleasant job?
Let's have some baseball.

By the way, Bailey, you were a good kid not to let on to Grimshaw about the candy.
Charley Marden would have caught it twice as heavy.

He's sorry he played the joke on you, and told me to tell you so.