He had closely-cropped ashy-brown hair over a round face from which a pair of pale-blue eyes glowered upon them.

He was standing in the doorway and his hands were thrust into the pockets of a pair of very wide-hipped knickerbockers.

Somehow, standing there with his sturdy, golf-stockinged legs well apart and his loose trousers pulled out at the sides, he reminded Tom of a clown at a circus, and Tom made the mistake of grinning.

The big youth caught sight of the grin and stepped into the rubbing room with a deepening scowl on his face.
"Wipe it off!" he said threateningly.
Steve and Tom looked at the table.
"Wipe what off ?" asked Tom, at a loss.
"Wipe that grin off your ugly face," answered the other.

"And get out of here, both of you, and stay out.