“Get away from that door, Fresh.!” shouted someone, half-angrily; “or we’ll bust it in!”
“Give him the shampoo—both of ’em!” yelled another.
“You don’t get in here!” cried Ricky. “I say——”
His voice was drowned out in a crash, and a moment later there was the sound of a struggle.
“Here they come,” said Spike in a low voice.
“Let’s take off our coats,” proposed Joe, in the same tone. “If we’re going to fight I want to be ready.”