Chester flushed and showed symptoms of anger.
“Oh, this is just the beginning!” he declared.
“If this was the real thing it would be all over for you now,” asserted the Texan. “You’d have a surgeon trying to patch you up by this time.”
“That will do,” said Professor Broad sharply. “The spectators will make no remarks.”
“Well, I opine I can think,” muttered Brad to himself.
Enraged by the success of Merriwell, Arlington continued the bout with redoubled energy. For some moments he succeeded in keeping Dick on the defensive, but all the while Merriwell was watching for another opening, which he found at last. His thrust was so swift that the eye could scarcely follow it, and he scored in second.
A savage exclamation escaped Chet’s lips.
“Play fair! Play fair!” he cried.
“I’ll call the fouls,” said the athletic instructor.
This seemed to excite and enrage Arlington more than ever, and he flung himself into the contest with great fury.