“I dare say you did, old dear,” agreed Hugh patiently. “But—ouch!”
“Well, hold still then. How do you suppose I can——”
“He started on me again after practice and got nasty and I was beastly tired of it. So—so we went down to the boathouse.”
“Just you and he?”
“No, there was Bowen; chap who plays right guard for us——”
“I know him.”
“And young Peet. He’s a silly little ass. I tried to get rid of him, but he would come. He—he giggles.”
“Lie down on the bed and rest your face. Did you fight rounds?”
“Oh, no, we just dug in and kept it up until Peet—er—buttered in.”