"Marvellous!"
"Can you beat that!"
"Mamma!"
"Simply marvellous!"
Smith, still in a comatose condition, caught the sounds of astonishment, and suddenly comprehended, first, that he had done something without parallel in school history, and, second, that he was alive.
"You fellows, get me upstairs," he said, gruffly, "and send for Doctor Charlie. I want to get this gravel out of me."
Macnooder and Turkey reverently carried him to his room, while Shy Thomas, who was clothed in a dressing-gown, went streaming across the campus for the doctor.
A quick examination revealed the amazing fact that not a bone had been fractured.
"You've got a few bruises, and that's all, by George!" said the doctor, looking at him in open-eyed wonder.
"It's the gravel that bothers me," said Smith, twisting on his side.