"Can't stop, I'm on the race-track!" yelled Shadow.
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CHAPTER VII
HOW JOB HASKERS WENT SLEIGH-RIDING
On the instant the noise in Dormitory No. 12 came to an end. Shadow Hamilton dropped the chair and sat upon it and Luke Watson swung his banjo out of sight under a bedspread. Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered.
"You—you young rascals!" spluttered Job Haskers, when he could speak. "How dare you throw books at me?"
He glared around at the students, then strode into the dormitory and caught Dave by the shoulder.
"I say how dare you throw books at me?" he went on.