“You’ll have him hear you go off that bed lump if you don’t jump out and get ready. Now then, are you going to begin?”
“No,” said Tom sturdily. “I’m going to sleep.”
He snuggled down in his place and drew the clothes up to his ear, but they did not stay there, for Sam began his attack, bounding forward and bringing the padded gloves thud, thud, down upon his cousin’s head, as if bent upon driving it down into the pillow.
Tom sat up again quickly with his teeth set, and his eyes flashing.
“Will you be quiet?” he cried in a low, half-suffocated voice.
“Will you put on those gloves?” cried Sam.
“No; I’m not going to make such a fool of myself at this time of night,” said Tom.
“Lie down then,” cried Sam, and hitting out again cleverly he knocked his cousin back on to the pillow, following it up with other blows, each having the same result, for Tom struggled up again and again.
“Now, will you get up?” cried Sam.
“No,” said Tom hoarsely; and down he went once more.