“It’s—it’s an outrage!” panted Wayne, his face white with anger.
“Maybe it is,” said Dave calmly, “but we’re getting you there.” Struggle was useless, and Wayne for a moment lay quiet in the grasp of the three boys. Then he caught sight of the watchers. It was public degradation! He temporized.
“I’ll walk, fellows,” he said.
His bearers stopped and let him down.
“Will you promise to go to the gym?” asked Don.
“Yes,” growled Wayne. “But I’ll not do any work, and nobody can make me!”
“Up with him!” cried Dave, and once more Wayne was fighting in the arms of the three and being borne on toward the gymnasium.
“What’s the fun, Paddy?” yelled one of the fellows who were hurrying to meet them.
“Oh, we’re just taking exercise,” answered Paddy carelessly.
“What—what are you going to do with me?” asked Wayne, in meeker tones.