“Let him up, Hal,” urged Dick. “It’s the best thing you can do. Let him up.”
June added her pleading, and Darrell finally rose to his feet. Arlington scrambled up, livid with rage.
“You will pay for this!” he palpitated, shaking his fist at Darrell. “I will fix you for this!”
He seemed on the point of again attacking the boy he had so treacherously assaulted. June seized his arm.
“Stop, Chester—for my sake, stop!”
“For your sake!” he snarled, turning on her. “Why should I do anything for you? What do you mean by coming here to meet this duffer, Merriwell? I thought better of you! You’re a fine sister to have! I’m ashamed of you! You’re a disgrace!”
“Chester!” she gasped.
“I mean it!” he raged. “Now, you come along with me!”
Saying which he seized her roughly by the arm, giving it a jerk that made her utter a cry of pain.
That was too much for Dick, who suddenly tore him from June and sent him staggering to one side.