“Look out!” yelled Tom, but his warning came too late.
Jack made a wild grab for the slipping vessel, but his hands did not grasp it in time. A moment later there was a heavy crash, pieces of china flew about the room, and a shower of water drenched the chums.
For a moment there was a grim silence. Then Jack said:
“Well, I’ll be jiggered!”
“You certainly ought to be!” and Tom laughed in spite of himself, for his new chum was much wetter than he.
The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps was heard.
“Oh pip!” whispered the luckless juggler.
“What is the matter? Has anything happened?” demanded the voice of Matron Blackford, in the corridor.
“Well—er—yes—we have had a slight—er—happening,” replied Tom, grabbing the clean towels, and proceeding to mop up the water from the carpet.