Whiz!—Spat!
The aim of the kid was excellent, and the egg struck the dangling boy on his breast, spattering in a slimy, yellow mass over the cadet’s shirt.
Oh, the smell that assailed Uric’s nostrils! It made him sick and faint!
"Stop it!" he hoarsely yelled.
The boy selected another egg.
"This one," he said, "is a better specimen than t’other. Bet I can hit you right in the left eye with it."
Whiz!—Spat!
Uric managed to move his head, so that the egg struck him where he wore his hat on ordinary occasions, filling his hair.
"He, he!" laughed the boy.
"Bow-wow!" barked Tige, prancing about beneath the tree.