There were four of them, as Dick and his friends saw when the approaching party drew nearer. One fellow advanced quickly and spoke to them.
“I see you’re waiting,” he said. “Arlington is ready, too.”
It was Mel Fraser.
“Yes, we’re waiting,” said Brad. “Let him strip and get into gear. We will settle this thing in a hurry.”
“He is all ready without stripping,” asserted Fraser. “He don’t need to take off his coat. Here he is.”
He made a motion toward one of his companions, who stepped out from the others.
Dick tossed his coat aside and announced his readiness.
“Fly at it!” exclaimed Buckhart. “And may the best man win!”
A moment later the two met and the fight was on.
Although the moon was obscured by clouds, there was a faint, hazy light that enabled the spectators, by pressing close, to watch the struggle.