“What? Say, Jeff, what’s that cut on your cheek? and—and—say, by jingoes, you’ve been fighting. Jiminy, was it with Gould? Did you lick him? Good stuff, old Kid, only why didn’t you tip a fellow off. I’d like to have seen you clout him one just for luck and the rest of the fellows would have enjoyed it too. Where did you pull it off?”
“Why—why—it wasn’t prearranged. It just happened. We ran into each other out back of the gym. and had it out and—and—well, we got caught.”
“Great cats, you don’t say!”
“Yes. It’s true. Wish it wasn’t.”
“Jiminy. Who caught you?” Wade looked at Jeff admiringly as he asked the question.
“The old man himself, of course. Who should it be but Dr. Livingston,” Jeff replied bitterly.
“Jingoes, that’s rough, Jeff.”
“Worse than that.”
“Aw, never mind. You’ll be out of trouble by baseball time, though. Buck up.”