“Shall we try, Tom?” asked Joe Matson of his chum.
“Might as well. Come on!”
“Yes, let ‘Sister’ Davis have a whack at it too,” urged George Bland. Tom Davis, who was Joe Matson’s particular chum, was designated “Sister” because, in an incautious moment, when first coming to Excelsior Hall, he had shown a picture of his very pretty sister, Mabel.
Tom and Joe, who had come upon the group of other pupils after the impromptu snowball throwing contest had started, advanced further toward their school companions. Peaches and Teeter were still engaged in their friendly struggle, until Peaches tripped over a stone, concealed under a blanket of snow, and both went down in a struggling heap.
“Make it a touchdown!” yelled George Bland.
“Yes, shove him over the line, Peaches!” cried Tom.
“Hold him! Hold him!” implored Joe, and the little group of lads, which was increased by the addition of several other pupils, circled about the struggling ones, laughing at their plight.
“D-d-down!” finally panted Peaches, when Teeter held his face in the soft snow. “Let me up, will you?”
“Promise not to try to throw a high one?” asked Teeter, still maintaining his position astride of Peaches.
“Yes—I—I guess so.”