"Don't be so rough; I'll come. You might care to remember you're working for me."
"I am working"—Glass dragged his protege about the room regardless of complaints that were muffled by the thickness of the sweaters—"for my life, and I'll be out of a job Saturday. Now, get under that shower!"
CHAPTER XIII
"Do you know, Larry, I'm beginning to like these warm showers; they rest me." As he spoke, Wally took his place beneath the barrel and pulled the cord that connected with the nozzle. The next instant he uttered a piercing shriek and leaped from beneath the apparatus, upsetting Glass, who rose in time to fling his charge back into the deluge.
"Let me out!" yelled the athlete, and made another dash, at which his guardian bellowed:
"Stand still, or I'll wallop you! What's got into you, anyhow?"
The heads of Stover and Willie, thrust through the door, nodded with gratification.
"It's got him livened up considerable," quoth the former. "Listen to that!" It seemed that a battle must be in progress behind the screen, for, mingled with the gasping screams of the athlete and the hoarse commands of the trainer, came sounds of physical contact. The barrel rocked upon its scaffold, the curtains swayed and flapped violently.
"Stand still!"
"It's—it's as c-c-cold as ice!"