“I’d like to see that Spanish swing you just mentioned,” he said, coldly.
“Humph! I didn’t—er—calculate to do anything in the way of gymnastics this evening,” stammered Reff Ritter.
“Maybe you are afraid to try,” went on Andy, pointedly.
“Not at all! not at all!” exclaimed the new student. “I’ll show you how to do it if you want me to.”
He took off his coat and vest and also his collar and tie. Then he leaped up on the rings and began to swing.
“Here goes!” he called out, and made the turn, while a small crowd began to gather.
“Good! That’s fine!” called out Mumps. “Now, Andy Snow, how do you like it?”
The turn had been a fairly good one. Andy smiled quietly.
“Can you make the double turn?” he called up to Reff Ritter.
“Certainly—I learned that in Berlin also,” was the answer, and the turn was made, after a good deal of an effort. Then, warming up, Reff Ritter began to show off, doing about everything he had ever learned. He did not stop until he was practically out of breath.