“The same to you and more of it,” retorted Joe. “Let’s get this off.”
“Sure, before it hardens, or we’ll never get it off,” agreed Spike.
Fortunately there was plenty of water in their room, and, stripping to their waists they scrubbed to such good advantage that they were soon presentable. The removal of their coats and vests had saved those garments.
“They went for you fierce,” commented Spike. “Who was that fellow who came in last?”
“Weston—’varsity pitcher.”
“He had it in for you.”
“Seemed so, but I don’t know why,” and Joe related the little scene the day of the Silver Star-Resolute game.
“Oh, well, don’t mind him. I say, let’s go out.”
“What for?”
“It’s going to be a wild night from the way it’s begun. Let’s see some of the fun. No use trying to study, I’m too excited.”