“Good!” said Sammy, as the missile landed on Jed’s stomach, and sent him reeling back.
The fat boy tried to get out of the way, but Jed stumbled and went flat. His feet swung out, and down came Tom, right on top of him.
“Hi! get off!” roared Jed.
“I can’t—I’m too fat,” declared Tom.
“Ouch! you’re heavy.”
“Can’t help it. Don’t wiggle so—you’ll tip me over.”
“Help!” whined Jed, all out of breath. “Oh, take him off!”
“Yes, I can’t lift myself,” chuckled Tom.
Frank, laughing, pulled Tom to his feet. Jed groaned as if a big load had been lifted from him. He started to get up. But his misery was not ended yet.
The little fellow he had hit with the crutch end had a sister, who also attended the school. She was a regular spitfire in temper. Now she came running up to Jed.