“I—I rather think I won’t.”
“You are too mean.”
“It’s not that; I don’t drink.”
“You are a country jay, and no mistake.”
Dick Lenning leaned forward and shoved Jerry with his elbow, at the same time putting one foot behind the youth. He wanted to trip our hero up, but Jerry was on guard, and, resisting him, the young oarsman caused him to slip down against a bench upon which rested a pot of book-binders’ glue.
The glue tipped over and part of it went down Lenning’s leg, causing him to yell like a wild Indian.
