"You've only scratched your lip on the ice." "A handful of snow will heal it!" asserted Ben Alvord.

"Come, get up, bone-head! Come on to your dousing." "You lemme alone, I tell you!" screamed Dutcher, blubbering.

"I've got to go home and get myself attended to." "Come on, booby!" jeered Alvord, forcing a hand under one of Hen's shoulders and trying to lift him.
"Lemme alone.

Can't you see I'm badly hurt ?" "Let Hen alone," broke in Dick quietly.
"He's got to come ashore and have his face washed in the snow," insisted Alvord.

"Come, fellows, help me take him there." "You'd better step back and let him alone, Ben!" spoke Dick, more quietly than before, but there was a sound of command in his voice as he moved over between Hen and Alvord.
"Get out of the way," growled Ben.