Come on, Whipple." Steve, struggling against the grasps and pleas of Tom and Roy, strove to get between Eric Sawyer and the door.

"Spank me, will you ?" he said angrily.

"You let me be, you fellows! Take your hands off me! I'll show him he can't push me around!" "I won't push you the next time," laughed Eric contemptuously.

"I'll turn you over my knee! You, too, you other freshie." He glared at Tom, but Tom was too busy with Steve to make reply.

"You want to both of you keep away from me after this." And, with a final scowl, Eric went out, followed by his companion who ventured a weak and ingratiating smile as he passed.