“Look out!” cried the Big Californian. “You’ll upset me!”
“It’ll do you good!” cried Shambler. “Here we go!”
But Frank, who was rather tired, was in no mood for horse-play of this character. He slewed around, slumped over and fairly dumped Shambler off his shoulders.
A moment later the new student came down heavily on Frank’s foot with his spiked running shoes. There was a cry of pain from Frank, a well-meant gasp of apology from the offender, and then the lad from the state of the Golden Gate limped painfully to one side.
“What’s the matter?” cried Tom.
“My foot! My foot!” murmured Frank. “I’m afraid——”
He would have fallen had not Phil caught him, while the others gathered about Shambler with a look of concern on his face.