"A cold shower for that!" shouted Neil, "That stuff is too deep for we'uns!"
A dozen hands seized the unwilling Benz and thrust him cruelly under a cold, cold shower.
"B-r-r-r-r-r! Let me out!" sputtered Benz, making a tremendous struggle. "I don't mind the cold but that water is wet!"
"A double dose for that!" howled Pole, and Benz was forced to submit to another flood of H2O. He was finally released and took his punishment good naturedly. The fun went on, first one, and then the other of the fellows being made the object for humorous attack.
Of a sudden the locker door opened and Coach Phillips stepped in.
Instantly all laughing and talking ceased. Fellows in half-dressed
attitudes hesitated before proceeding. It was evident by the look on
Coach Phillips' face that he had something important to say.
"Any of the fellows left yet?"
"No!"
"Good!" snapped the coach. "I have a little something that I want to say to you all before you go. I—"
"Ouch! Have a heart!" Benz had unwittingly slapped Pole across the small of the back with a wet bath towel. A titter of laughter went up.
"Benz, stop that fooling and pay attention!" Coach Phillips' voice was unusually hard and penetrating.