Boltwood had been flung fairly across the knees of Jack Ready, who cheerily cried:
“Come to the arms of your own Tottie Coughdrop, you dear, sweet thing!”
Then the door slammed.
“What the——” gasped the freshman.
“Tush, tush!” said Jack. “Why, how dare you, sir! Such unbecoming language in the presence of your own Tottie!”
Boltwood began to kick.
“Leggo!” he yelled. “What kind of a job is this?”
“Gently, gently!” warned Ready. “You may smash the window, and, perchance, it will cost you a doubloon, whatever that is.”
“Leggo!” yelled Boltwood again, still kicking.
“Bing,” said Jack, “if he continues to slosh round like this, you’ll have to spank him soundly.”