"Let's see your nose."
Tom removed the towel and Steve viewed it. "He must have given you a peach," he said critically. "What did you do?"
Tom smiled reminiscently. "Nothing much," he answered.
"Huh! Let's see your knuckles. 'Nothing much,' eh? They look it! Did faculty get on to it?"
Tom shook his head. "No, it was back of the gym. Just the two of us. It didn't last long."
"Who got the worst of it?"
"That depends on what you call the worst," answered Tom judicially. "I got this and he got one like it and a black eye. At least I suppose it's black by this time. It looked promising."
Steve laughed. Then he said severely: "You ought to know better than take chances like that, Tom. Suppose faculty got on to it. Besides, fighting's pretty kiddish for a Fourth Former!"
Tom viewed Steve amusedly over the wet towel. "Coming from you, Steve, that sounds great!" he said.
"Never mind about me. What I do doesn't affect you. What were you fighting about?"