“Don’t go, Dreer,” said Mr

“Don’t go, Dreer,” said Mr. Daley. Dreer halted in his elaborately
uninterested departure. “Now, then, boys, what does this mean? Don’t
you know that fighting is barred here? And don’t you think that, if you
had to try to kill each other like two wild animals, you might–er–have
chosen some day other than the Sabbath?”