"Go on! Don't stop," urged the lads.
"You'll be wishing I had stopped before I began," retorted the
lad, starting to walk on his hands right down the center of
the table.
There were dishes in the way, but this did not disturb Tucker in
the least. He merely pushed them aside, some rolling off on the
floor and breaking, others falling into the laps of the boys.
"Here, here, what are you doing?" called Phil.
"This is what I call the topsy-turvy walk."
Teddy paused when halfway down the table, to let his mouth down
to the table, where he had espied another cookie. When he pulled
himself up, the cookie was between his lips, and the boys roared
at the ludicrous sight.
Then, the lad who was walking on his hands, continued right on.
He was nearing the foot of the table when something occurred that
changed the current of their thoughts, sending the heart of every
boy pounding in his throat.
Crash!
It seemed as if the roof had been suddenly hurled down upon
their heads.
Teddy instantly fell off the table, tumbling into the laps of two
of the boys, the three going down to the floor in a heap, finally
rolling under the table.
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