All up and down the neighbourhood the campaigns were waged,
accompanied by the martial clashing of wood upon wood and by many
clamorous arguments.

"You're a pris'ner, Roddy Bitts!"

"I am not!"

"You are, too! I touched you."

"Where, I'd like to know!"

"On the sleeve."

"You did not! I never felt it. I guess I'd 'a' felt it, wouldn't
I?"

"What if you didn't? I touched you, and you're bonded. I leave it
to Sam Williams."

"Yah! Course you would! He's on your side! _I_ leave it to
Herman."

"No, you won't! If you can't show any SENSE about it, we'll do it
over, and I guess you'll see whether you feel it or not! There!
NOW, I guess you--"

"Aw, squash!"

Strangely enough, the undoubted champion proved to be the