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76 matches and the game with St. John’s.

“He’s the best scorer we have,” Lawrence said to Edward. “And I guess your brother is the best for St. John’s. I saw the game last year, and the way those two played was  enough to scare you; they’re terribly aggressive. I thought one of ’em would be knocked out sure.”

“Charles handles himself pretty well,” Edward replied. “He’s never yet been knocked out in football or anything.”

Nevertheless when, a week later, Edward went home for the Christmas vacation, he  found his brother, who had preceded him by  a day, nursing a badly discolored eye and a  sprained thumb.

“Gee, Charley, but you’re a mess!” were Edward’s first words. “What have you been doing to yourself?”

“Oh, just got smashed up a little in the last hockey practice. I don’t suppose I can go to any parties looking like this.” Charles  examined himself ruefully in the glass. “Are