"You are saying what you know to be false, and I could prove it by showing the mark of your stick on his shin. That would settle which side he was on. Be careful not to repeat the offense, or out you go! Face the puck again now!"
"But the advantage was ours when you stopped play!" protested Lef, seeing a new cause for complaint.
"That matters nothing. The puck must be faced in the centre of the field at the commencement of each period, after each goal scored, and whenever there has been a halt called in the play, if the referee so decides. I put the puck back to centre as a penalty for one of your side playing foul tactics, and willfully seeking to injure one of the opposing team. Let it be a warning that such conduct cannot be tolerated."
Lef looked at the referee. Then he stared around at his players.
"He's going to quit!" shouted some one, close by.
"Same old game; if he can't have everything he wants, he won't play!"
"Poor old Lef; he's in hard luck all the time. Say, don't try the baby act, old boy! You and your crowd are putting up a good article of hockey. Keep it up, and perhaps the luck will change!"
Lef decided to stick it out. At any rate, perhaps he might find a chance to get in some crooked work
