hands. Crash! came Sobber into the tray, and he and the dishes and the waiter went to the floor in a confused heap.
"Fo' de lan' sake!" gasped the waiter. "What fo' you dun dat to me?"
"Oh!" groaned the bully, and tried to get up. On one cheek he had a dab of jelly and his hand and shirt front were covered with broth. The sight was such a comical one that the boys on the landing could not help but laugh.
"Yo' dun bust de whole dinnah up!" was the waiter's comment, as he arose and surveyed the wreck. The food had been scattered in all directions and half of the dishes were broken.
"It wasn't my fault!" growled Tad Sobber. "Tom Rover knocked me down the stairs."
"It was your own fault," cried Tom. "You started the fight, I didn't."
"Somebody's got to pay fo' dis smash," said the waiter. "I ain't gwine to do it. Why, I ought to sue yo' fo' damages, dat's wot!" he added, glaring wrathfully at Sobber.
"I'll fix Tom Rover for this!" exclaimed the bully, and looked up the stairs at the laughing students. "I'll make him laugh on the other side of his face!"
And he ran up the stairs with the intention of attacking Tom again.
