the colored waiter, who stood looking at the wreckage with a sober face. "I don't want no moah such knockovers, I don't!" And he shook his woolly head decidedly.
The noise had summoned numerous cadets to the scene, and now George Strong, the head teacher, appeared.
"What is the trouble here?" he demanded.
For the moment nobody answered him, and he gazed in wonderment at the broken dishes and the scattered food.
"Been a accident, sah," said John Fly. "Dat young gen'man dun fall down de stairs an' knock me ober, tray an' all, sah."
"Did you fall down stairs, Sobber?"
"No, sir, I was thrown down by Tom Rover," replied the bully.
"Thrown down?" repeated the head teacher in surprise.
"He attacked me and I hit back," explained Tom. "It was his own fault that he fell down stairs. Had he let me alone there would have been no trouble."
"It is false—he hit me first," said the bully.
"That is not so," cried Fred. "Sobber struck the first blow."
"Yah, dot is der fact alretty," put in Hans. "He vos caught Dom py der throat und knock his head py der vail chust so hard like nefer vos!"
