“That’s enough! Get up off him! Don’t you know enough, Gaffington, to tell when a man’s down?”
Andy heard the sharp voice of the coach, Holwell, but the tones seemed to come from a great distance.
“Water here!”
“Somebody’s keeled over!”
“It’s that freshman, Blair. Plucky little imp, too!”
“Who tackled him?”
“Gaffington. Took him a bit high and fell on him!”
“Oh, well, this is football; it isn’t kindergarten beanbag.”
Dimly Andy heard these comments. He opened his eyes, only to close them again as he felt a dash of cold water in his face.
“Feel all right now?”