pair found the obstruction for themselves, and came plunging down on top
of those already landed.

Two more were close behind, so nearly upon the heels of the second pair
that it was really impossible for them to avoid following in their wake.
Thus there were by this time six struggling figures at the foot of the
steps, while the balance of the patrol huddled just above, looking with
amazement at the dimly seen spectacle.

From somewhere near by, possibly the shelter of some bushes, came gurgles
of boyish laughter, and jeering words in assumed voices.

No need to tell Paul and his friends to whose kind attention they owed
this unexpected downfall. Ted Slavin and his backers had not been idle
while the new patrol was being organized in the home of Nuthin'. They had
fastened a stout rope across the lower step, and succeeded in tripping
half of their rivals.

Paul managed to scramble to his feet, hardly knowing whether to laugh, or
get angry at this practical joke on the part of the opposition.




CHAPTER V

CHECKING A COWARD


"It's that Slavin crowd!" exclaimed Jack, as he gained his feet.