“I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me now,” said the girl calmly, though she smiled at Langridge in no unfriendly fashion.
“Come and take a walk,” he almost ordered. “I want to say something to you.”
Before she could answer Tom was at her side. He looked keenly at Langridge and was about to make some reply when the ’varsity pitcher reached out as though to link his arm in that of the girl. Miss Tyler drew back and Langridge edged himself forward. He may have been merely eager or it may have been the result of intention. At any rate, he jostled Tom to one side and the next minute the pitcher of the scrub, vainly endeavoring to retain his balance, toppled into the cold water of the river.
[CHAPTER XX]
A GAME OF ANOTHER SORT
“Oh!” screamed Miss Tyler. “He’ll be drowned! Save him, some one!”
There was much commotion on the float. The crowd surged to the edge and it tilted dangerously.
“Get back! get back!” cried Dan Woodhouse. “Get a boathook, some one!”