"Now will you be good?" demanded Donald Burgess.
"Did you say you wanted gravy on your eggs?" innocently inquired John North.
There was a general laugh as Jack slowly arose, looking rather dazed, for his fall had been a sudden one. He glanced sharply at Andy Racer.
"What did you say you had been doing?" he asked.
"Practicing," replied Andy, with just the suspicion of a grin on his face, that was still tanned from much out-of-door life. "Practicing that trip-up. It's a form of Japanese wrestling, and a fellow back home showed it to me. I've been practicing up on it during the Easter vacation, and I wanted to see if I could work it."
"Oh, you can work it all right!" exclaimed Jack, carefully feeling his elbow. "Let's see how it's done."
"All right," agreed Andy with a readiness that was all too apparent. "Stand up just as you did before, and——"
"Not on your life!" exclaimed Jack, backing away. "No you don't! Once in a day is enough. I meant just show me the motions."
"It's impossible to demonstrate it without a subject to work on," replied the younger Racer lad, while his brother and some of his chums were quietly laughing off to one side. "Come on; I won't throw you hard."
"No, you don't!" went on Jack, still backing away. "Try it on someone else for a change."