We didn't know there was any harm in it," concluded Steve.
"No more there was," said Danny soothingly.
"They were rough-housing all over the place," growled the big fellow.
"If you can stand it I can, though.

Only"-- and he turned a wrathful gaze on Steve--"if you ever get fresh with me again you'll get the licking that's coming to you, kid." He turned away toward the locker room.

"Say, Danny, got a key to my locker?
I've lost mine and I want to get into it a minute." "I have not," replied Danny cheerfully.

"You'll have to have one fitted, me boy." "Hasn't anyone a master-key ?" demanded the other.
"They have not.

Find Patsy; he'll fit one for you in ten minutes." "That's a funny state of things," grumbled the big fellow.