“I’ll make you wish you hadn’t tried this on me!” he shouted. “I’ll punch——”
“Oh, dry up!” commanded someone.
“Stuff some of that paste in his mouth!” ordered another voice.
“A double shampoo for being too fresh!”
“No, you don’t! I won’t stand——”
“Then take it lying down. Here we go, boys!”
“I—Oh——” and Ricky’s voice trailed off into an indistinct murmur.
“He’s getting his,” said Spike in a low tone.
“And I guess here is where we get ours,” said Joe, as the rush of feet sounded along the corridor, while someone called: