We were on the proper side for you to pass. What's the matter with
you, Heller?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to do it I tell you. My car is a new one, and the
steering gear is a bit stiff. I wouldn't have done it intentionally
for the world."

"That's right!" exclaimed Frank Nelson, a Sophomore who had been riding
on the front seat with Sam. "I thought Tom would get out of the way."

"Thanks," responded Tom briefly. "I would have, if I'd known what was
going to happen."

"Are you--are you hurt--much?" faltered Sam.

"No, it was only a glancing blow," and Tom began to brush the dust from
his clothes, assisted by Bruce and some of those with Sam.

"I--I'm sorry," faltered the owner of the car. "I wouldn't have done
that for anything, and------"

"Especially after the 'trick' you played on my friends this summer,"
cut in Tom.

"Oh, I say now," began Sam. "Look here, Fairfield, I'm as sorry as can
be over this. Will you--will you shake hands?" and he advanced with
outstretched palm.

"I will--not!" said Tom sharply, turning aside.