"This is one on me," cried Dave, cheerfully, and started to rise, when swock! something wet hit him in the face. It was a towel saturated with ice water, and the cold fluid ran down over his breast and backbone.
Dave caught a dim glimpse of the boy who threw the towel, and watching his opportunity, he hurled it back, taking the lad full in the mouth. Then a pillow came sailing through the air, followed by a shoe and a cake of soap, and Dave went over once more. But he caught up each article and sent it back.
"Is this a free-for-all fight?" he asked in a low voice. "If it is I want to know it. There you are, and welcome!" and he hurled a rug at a lad who was sending forth another pillow. "Don't be timid. You can have all that is coming to you!"
The fun grew fast and furious, and pillows, shoes, wet towels, and rugs went sailing first in one direction and then another. One lad was almost smothered in a blanket thrown over his head, and another went down with a mattress over him.
"Hi, let up!" came from Buster Beggs. "Enough is enough!"
"I didn't start this," answered Dave. "I'll stop when the others do."
"Cheese it! The monitor!" came the cry, a second later. "Into bed with you, fellows!"
