“I’ll enjoy doing so,” assured Bingham.
Then he gave the freshman a crack with his open hand that brought a yell of pain from the surprised fellow.
“Now will you be good?” asked Jack kindly.
Boltwood stopped kicking.
“Are you crazy?” he asked. “What are you trying to do, anyhow?”
“Is it thus that you speak of your own dear Lotta?” sighed Jack.
“Lotta be hanged!” snarled the disgusted chap.
“Oh, goodness sakes!” gasped Ready. “How pained she is to hear you say that! Does oo ’ike oor ’Otta, pitty boy? Ain’t oo dlad oo tum to see oor dirl, pessus pet?”
“Shut up!” howled Boltwood. “Let me sit up like a man.”
“Can you do it? It’s wonderful what some animals can learn by example.”