ts the crowd, and you'd oughter have seen the way it bust up.
Honest, I never thought there was so many fast runners in the whole of
Canada. And when the most of the people is outer the way, here's
nearly all the Easts and the Stars a rolling around on the ground
tearin' each other to pieces. The water never fizzed on 'em. And the
police sergeant--my Pa says he's a strat-eg-ist--he says, 'It's just
adding fuel to the flames,' he says, 'to put water on 'em,' and looks
round, and I did too, and sees the patrol wagon coming along with more
cops in it. Them lacrosse fellers is just attendin' strictly to
business same as if there wasn't anybody in the whole province of
Ontario but them. And then the cops waded right in and clubbed them
fellers good and plenty, and----

"That's what I'm coming to, if you'd only keep the brakes on your forty
horse power tongue a minute.

"Yes, sir, they squeezed the whole shooting match into the wagon and
took 'em to the station.

"Sure they gave 'em bail that night, and soaked 'em five and costs
apiece in the court Monday morning. And I was telling my Pa about it,
and I says to him, 'Now,' I says, 'in a case like that, Pa, who wins?'
Of course I meant the game.

"And my Pa says to me, he says, 'Well,' he says, 'it looks to me like a
draw,' he says, 'with first-class honors,' he says, 'to Sergeant Mackay
and second place to the magistrate,' he says. And he never bats an
eyelid when he says it. I tell you it's a pretty wise guy that can put
one over on my Pa.

"What's that gotter do with my face! Gee, but you oughter to be in the
law--you'd be the peach of a cross-exam'ner you would. But just so's
to have no hard feelin's I'll tell you. I'm an East-ender myself, and
I made some noise too. One of the Star rooters got kinder mad at me
making a few remarks during the game, and when the mix-up starts I'm
laying for him. But he seen me comin' and I couldn't dodge the brick
he had. It's all right to pipe off about fighting square and fair, but
that guy wasn't lettin' his brick go to waste till he could think up a
motter. Not for him. He did just what I would have done if I'd seen
that brick first."

But when Whimple asked for the cause of the battered visage, William
merely answered that he had collided with a brick.

"Was the brick hurt any?"

"Well, not so's you'd notice it," retorted William smilingly.

"Um! It's rather unfortunate that it was such a hard object--for yo