“If you can’t act like a gentleman—” began Coles angrily.
“Oh, put him out,” called Nip Storer.
Chick, held in subjection by Ted’s capable hand—it’s difficult to get to your feet when some one is pushing against your chest—glared wrathfully at Tommy. Tommy returned his gaze without a qualm. After all, reflected Bert, beside him, he didn’t lack courage!
“I really think you’d better beat it, Tommy,” advised Ted coldly. “You are a pesky nuisance, anyway, and I don’t know who let you in.”
“Then he goes, too,” said Tommy, nodding at the irate Chick. “He hadn’t any call to say I was fat!”
“So you are,” declared Chick hotly. “You’re a fat fool!”
“Move both members be allowed to withdraw,” said Jim Galvin, grinning enjoyably.
“Seconded,” said Anstruther. “The secretary is directed to expunge the remarks of both gentlemen—I mean rough-necks—from the records.”
“Forget it, you two,” advised Ted. “Mutual apologies are in order. How about it, Tommy? If you want to stay, son, you’d better behave.”
“Do we get the apples?” asked Tommy soberly.