“Don’t say a word, I got a crack right in the nose and it’s bleeding,” growled Coulter.
“What, the crack or the nose?” queried Paxton grimly.
“Huh, this ain’t no time to joke! Where is there a towel?”
Towels were handy—Pepper had seen to that—and one after another of those in the dormitory caught up a cloth and began to wipe the water from his face and neck. They were doing this vigorously by a dim light when of a sudden Coulter let out a yell.
“What’s the matter with your face, Paxton?” he asked.
“My face? Nothing, only it’s mighty wet.”
“It’s as blue as indigo!”
“Eh?”
“It’s as blue as indigo and all streaked!”
Nick Paxton ran to a glass and gave a look. But before he could say a word Reff Ritter gave a cry.