"And here's another!" exclaimed Frank, as a second pillow went hurtling across the room.
The harmless fight was on in earnest now and the pillows went back and forth fast and furiously. There were only four of the soft headrests, but the brothers kept them constantly in use and the air seemed full of the white things as they were exchanged.
The brothers circled about the room, seeking for an advantage. Once Frank ducked and the pillow Andy had thrown went sailing over his head, striking a window, the shade of which was drawn down. In an instant the shade went whizzing to the top of the roller.
"Wow! Nothing the matter with the spring in that curtain!" exclaimed Frank.
"Pull it down! Quick!" called Andy, ceasing hostilities for a moment. "Old Thorny Callum, or some of the other profs may spot us from outside and make a row. Pull it down."
Frank obliged and the battle was renewed. It went on for several seconds, when Frank made a miscalculation and his pillow went into the gas jet.
Fortunately the cloth did not take fire, but the gas was blown out and the room was plunged in sudden darkness.
"Hurry up! Shut off the gas or we'll fill the place with it!" cried Frank.
"I'll light it," said Andy, fumbling about in the darkness for a match.
"No, shut it off first. There may be an explosion."